When Savannah visits her grandmother, Rose, she finds her unusually upset, and it quickly becomes clear that something is very wrong. Determined to help, Savannah takes action and uncovers surprising reactions from the neighbors. What went wrong, and why is Rose so troubled?
Grandma Rose’s garden was her pride and joy. When I visited her that morning, I found her sitting on the porch, looking more distressed than I’d ever seen her.
“Grandma, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside her.
She sighed deeply. “Oh, it’s that Mr. Tanner, dear. He moved in next door, and now he wants me to sell part of my garden so he can extend his pool.”
I could feel my blood boiling. “What? He can’t do that! This garden means everything to you.”
Grandma Rose nodded. “I told him ‘no’ every time he asked, but he keeps pushing. I just don’t know what to do.”
I hugged her gently. “Don’t worry, Grandma. We’ll handle this together. I’ll make sure he leaves you and your garden alone.”
Grandma Rose smiled weakly, her eyes full of gratitude. She’d always been there for me, especially after my parents passed away. She took me in and raised me with all the love and care in the world. Now, it was my turn to protect her.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Savannah,” she said, patting my hand.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Grandma. I’m not going anywhere.”
As I looked around the garden, filled with blooming flowers and buzzing bees, I knew I couldn’t let anyone take this away from her. Grandma Rose was the most innocent, kind-hearted person I knew. She didn’t deserve this stress.
“I’ll talk to Mr. Tanner,” I said. “He can’t just bully you into selling your land.”
Grandma Rose’s smile widened a bit. “Thank you, dear. You always know how to make things better.”
With a nod, I promised myself I’d protect this garden and my sweet grandmother from any trouble Mr. Tanner brought our way.
I stayed over at Grandma’s that night. The next morning, I woke up early, ready to tackle the day and protect her garden. But when I stepped outside, my heart sank.
The garden was a mess. Flowers were trampled, and plants were uprooted. It looked like a tornado had blown through.
“Grandma, stay inside,” I called, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I didn’t want her to see this destruction.
I stormed over to Mr. Tanner’s house and pounded on the door. He answered, smirking like he was expecting me.
“Good morning, Savannah,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe.
“Good morning? How can you stand there and act so smug? Look at what happened to Grandma’s garden!” I pointed furiously at the wreckage.
He shrugged. “Oh, my dog must have gotten into your part of the garden. Sorry about that. I’ll put up a better fence when I finish expanding the pool.”
His insincerity was infuriating. I could see the smug satisfaction in his eyes, and it made my blood boil. But I knew I had to keep my cool.
“Your dog? Really? This isn’t just a few paw prints, Mr. Tanner. This is deliberate. You think you can bully us into selling our land by destroying it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He shrugged again, unfazed. “Believe what you want, Savannah. I’m just trying to be a good neighbor. Accidents happen, you know.”
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