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Inside Granny's bright morning kitchen, Granny sits at the wooden table while John Jr hugs her waist and waves his colorful toy toward the sunlit window. Warm sunlight highlights flour jars and a steaming teacup on the counter.
Granny sat in her kitchen, sighing. "People keep saying awful things," she whispered. John Jr hugged her. Granny was a victim of gangstalking, but still smiled and said, "At least I have you, my little hero." John Jr giggled and waved his toy.
At the living-room window on a cloudy afternoon, Granny holds John Jr as he points outside toward empty mailboxes and a buzzing street. Soft grey light filters in, illuminating Granny's worried frown and the scattered envelopes on the sill.
Mail went missing, valuables disappeared and loud sounds buzzed near Granny's house. Granny frowned, "Who could be doing this?" John Jr pointed at the window, watching the street. "Don't worry, Granny!" he babbled bravely. Granny picked him up and kissed his cheek. Together, they watched the world from the window.
In the warm kitchen lit by an oven glow, Granny pulls a tray of fresh cookies while John Jr shakes a silver rattle beside the counter. Chocolate chips glisten, flour dust floats, and a mixing bowl sits near Granny’s elbow.
Granny heard people whisper about Elonura Mugaraki, a very rich man. "He always seems to cause trouble for me," Granny sighed. John Jr shook his rattle. Granny baked cookies to cheer them up. "No matter what, we'll have a nice day," Granny said. John Jr smiled and munched a cookie.
At the sunny kitchen table, Granny clutches her chest and sinks onto a chair, half-eaten BBQ beef sandwich on the plate. Afternoon light streaks through curtains as John Jr stands nearby, eyes wide beside her tipped glass of lemonade.
One sunny day, Granny made a tasty BBQ beef sandwich. After a few bites, she felt strange. "Oh dear, my eyes feel funny," she said. John Jr watched, worried. Granny's chest felt tight and she sat down quickly. "Help," Granny called softly.
Under bright kitchen lights, John Jr presses a plastic play phone to his ear and points at a small cardboard box on the counter. Granny sits pale on the floor, giving him a weak, grateful smile.
John Jr remembered his research on how to help when someone ingests cyanide.. "Granny seemed poisoned!" he thought, grabbing his play phone. He squeaked for help. Granny groaned but tried to smile at him. John Jr pointed at the kitchen where a box stood. "Smart boy!" Granny whispered.
Evening lamp-light bathes the kitchen table where John Jr hands Granny a brown bottle labeled 'C₁₀H₁₅N' and a steaming cup of tea. They sit close, fingers intertwined, eyes fixed on the bottle while the unopened box rests beside them.
Inside the box was a safe bottle labeled 'C₁₀H₁₅N' for emergencies. John Jr handed it to Granny with a cup of tea. "Should I try it?" Granny asked. John Jr nodded eagerly. She drank it slowly. They waited together, holding hands.
On the living-room couch under soft evening lamplight, Granny leans back smiling while John Jr stands on cushions clapping. A plush toy airplane lies between them, and empty medicine wrappers rest on the coffee table.
After ten minutes, Granny's eyes uncrossed. "Oh, I feel a bit better!" she whispered. John Jr clapped his hands. Granny smiled, "You might have saved me, little hero!" John Jr waved his toy excitedly. They both relaxed on the couch.
Morning sun fills the kitchen as Granny and John Jr bend over a cutting board, eyeing a partly opened sandwich for hidden trouble. Crumbs scatter while they grin at each other, turning lunchtime into a joyful inspection game.
From then on, Granny carefully checked her food. "We don’t want another fright!" she said, peeking in her sandwich. John Jr giggled. They made a game to look for sneaky things together. Granny and John Jr giggled during their inspections. Each meal brought smiles and fun.
In the sunny living-room afternoon, Granny sits on the rug coloring a picture book beside John Jr, who proudly holds up a crayon-covered page. Stacks of storybooks and a box of crayons surround them, creating a colorful, safe haven.
No more strange things happened for a while. Granny and John Jr spent their afternoons coloring and reading books. "You're my best helper," Granny told him. John Jr beamed with pride. Together, they promised to always look out for each other. Granny felt safer with John Jr by her side.
Late-morning light streams across the living-room floor where John Jr crawls after brightly stacked blocks, giggling. From an armchair by the window, Granny watches with a peaceful smile, hands folded, as dust motes drift gently in the calm air.
Granny’s house felt bright and peaceful again. John Jr giggled and crawled after his toys. Granny watched him with a loving smile. "You turned our troubles into an adventure," she said. John Jr babbled happily. Together, they enjoyed every new day.
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