Kossy smiled at Yory and held out his hand for the Giggleweed leaves. ‘œThat’™s the giggleweed alright – you did it, Yory. You remembered to think hard of Giorah. Now we better be getting back. You remember my room well, don’™t you? Well I want you to close your eyes, picture the room in your mind and hold my hand. Open your eyes only when I tell you.’  Okay?’  Here we go again!’
My heart was beating hard as I pictured the wooden box-like room with the dusty window. Suddenly Kossy’™s loud ‘œWhere are we?’, forced my eyes open and I stared in amazement about me. It seems I made a mistake.’ ‘  We were in a small wooden room alright ‘“ with a very dusty window but it wasn’™t Kossy’™s!
Instead of one bed there were four and hanging from nails on the walls were army uniforms. A voice outside was shouting orders in a very loud voice. This was some army camp! a sudden fear flooded me.
‘œWhat do we do now, Kossy? How do we get out of this mess?’
‘œDon’™t worry, Yory, we simply try again ‘“ that’™s all. This time think hard of something special about my room ‘“ different to other rooms.’
Again I took the old man’™s hand and thought ‘“ this time really hard. In my mind I saw the old three-legged table in his room and the crooked chairs. I remembered the shelves of books on the wall; Kossy’™s bed in the corner – the pile of bedding on it.
‘œOkay, Yory, you can look.’
I found myself staring at Kossy’™s small, unmade bed,’  and the other familiar features. We were home!
‘œI can tell you now, Yory that it was you who did it.’ Kossy said. ‘œI didn’™t want to tell you before because’  your fear or worry may have spoiled things. But because the Giggleweed had to work for you, it was you who had to do the imaging. When you found the Giggleweed, you must have seen Giorah’™s image in your mind ‘“ right? You probably became angry. All this helped to make the magic work. If I told you this before, it might have spoiled the magic.’
‘œI was frightened when we came to the wrong room, Kossy but I guess I feel okay now. What happens with the Giggleweed?’
‘œAll that will come later. First of all you must get home quickly -‘  your Ma might begin to worry. I shall prepare the leaves. Come to me tomorrow and I’™ll tell you what you must do with them.’
I had forgotten how late it was and began running. Ma’™s smile turned to a frown when she saw the mud on my shoes and legs.
‘œIs this what you do, Yory, give me more work than I have. Where did you get muddy in summer anyway? Go now – clean your shoes and have a good shower afterwards.’
‘œI was glad that Ma didn’™t follow up on the question about where a bog could be found in summer. If Ma knew what had really happened she would have gone crazy or something.

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At school the next day, it was hard for me to think what the teacher was saying. My mind was all wrapped up with Kossy and the leaves. As soon as the bell rang, I began running and ran nearly all the way to Kossy’™s place.
‘œAre they ready?’, I asked, panting.
‘œTake it easy, Yori! Yes, they are.’ Kossy said welcoming me with a smile.
‘œWhat do I do, Kossy with the Giggleweed? It was going to be very hard to wait another whole day before getting to Giorah.
‘œIt’™s easy, Yory. Here, take them. It’™s very important that they remain sealed. Keep them in a safe place so nobody will even touch the bag.’
Kossy handed me a sealed, plastic bag. ‘œNow listen,’ and he went on to tell me exactly what I must do, adding, ‘œYou’  must be careful not to open the bag before you use it. Its power lasts only five minutes. Keep it very safe’
Of course I was very excited. ‘Something could easily go wrong with my plan.’ The smallest hitch and all could be lost.
That night I hardly slept. I kept going over and over my plan. So many things could go wrong. I also kept getting up to make sure that the bag was still in the far, dark corner of the cupboard in my room.
Next morning Ma was sure that something was up because I came to breakfast even before she called. Usually she has to call three or four times.
‘œYou feeling alright, Yory?’
‘œSure, Ma ‘“ fine,’ but I know she suspected something. ‘œYou know I have been preparing for exams.’
My leaving for school before my usual time didn’™t help either. But I wanted to see Giorah just when he came. He usually came early to tease and bully a bit before lessons began.
We arrived almost together, me and Giorah. He was behind me and I pretended I didn’™t know. I opened carefully the small plastic bag. Holding the’  open end tightly, I put it back in my pocket. The plan was set and I was ready for action. The big question now was would Giorah come forward to torment me? My whole plan depended on that.
‘œCome here, Gingey,’ and I knew that Giorah was coming at me from behind. I turned just as his arm sprang out to catch a fistful of my hair. With a single move my free hand pulled open the neck of his shirt while my other hand emptied the Giggleweed down it to his belly. The move I had so worried over had come off beautifully. Now ‘“ would the weed work?
‘œWhat’™s that?’ he shouted and put his hand to his shirt. I prayed. I prayed so hard that Kossy had not made a mistake this time. I prayed that Giorah would not succeed in removing the leaves before they did whatever they were supposed to do.’  But I needn’™t have worried.
Giorah stood fixed to the spot and began to laugh. Kids all around turned to stare at the bully. At first he just held his sides and laughed as if there was a devil tickling him with forty fingers. Quickly his laughter turned to howls of pain. ‘œHa! ha!’¦ Help! Haaa! haa! Haa! Please’¦hel’¦ha, ha, ha! he! he! Help’¦please!’

He fell to the ground and began doing all kinds of things there.
‘ He fell to the ground and began doing all kinds of things there. He kicked, turning one way, then kicked again to turn the other way. His laughing had become some kind of howl. He must have been in pain and suffering terribly.
‘ Giorah half stood, bent forward and began to do head-over-heels somersaults. Everybody was laughing – especially the kids he bullied. Shimmy, my friend, was there and he and I were laughing the loudest.
Five minutes can sometimes be a very long time and I think for Giorah it was the longest five minutes of his life. Eventually Giorah calmed. He stood shaken looking very sorry for himself.
‘œI’™ve got more,’ I lied and took a step towards him but he turned and ran. I think he ran to the toilets. I’™ve never seen him run so fast. Everybody was happy and shouting.
Many came around me saying how great it was. Some asked how I had done it, but I just shrugged my shoulders.
That day’™s lessons were again endless for me. Of course I forgave Kossy everything that had happened to me with the hair colour. It had all been my fault.
I was first out of school when the bell rang. Quite soon Kossy and I sat opposite each other in his small room laughing happily.
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From that day, Giorah’™s bullying stopped as if by magic, too. He avoided meeting any of those he had so badly bullied.
A week later the strangest thing happened. I began to feel a little sorry for Giorah and went up to him. I raised my hand for a friendly slap. ‘œQuits?’, I asked.
With a half smile he slapped my hand back saying: ‘œOkay, Yori. Quits.’
He had actually said quits and even called me Yori!’  And that’™s not all! What was? The strangest thing is that Giorah and I are now not only good friends, he also protects me from anybody who dares call me Yoram and Gingey!