1. Try to restructure the narrative of the story so that a different character undergoes the transformation.
   Re-structure the narrative of Saki’s story of “The Open Window”

Now “The Broken Window”
“My aunt will be most unhappy, Miss Nuttel,” said the somewhat rattled young man; “You must come down immediately”.
As she swung a final, large arc on the brightly-lit antique chandelier, the beautiful Framtona Nuttel knew she was behaving outrageously. Especially in front of another perfect, interesting other. His aunt’s arrival was imminent, so she smoothed down her long, shiny hair, re-arranged her long strands of pearls, and reluctantly acknowledged, to herself, it was vital she create a superb first impression with the oldies. Now was a time to showcase herself and her particular talents. She dropped lithely down onto the carpet.
“With your perverse sense of humour you will definitely have fun.” Her girlfriend was absolutely correct when she told Framtona of this hidden country village. “A group of the usual eccentric, odd English. There’s always somebody around our own age. Our whole family spends months at a time down there – doing boring, disgustingly healthy things. There’s often other young guests – I’ve stayed a few times. Everyone our age goes out of their minds – eating salad all day… only wheat-grass juice to wash it down…. Ughh! ” So, I’ve asked Mummy and she’s written you letters to introduce…. just go down for a few weeks, you will create havoc in that uptight society – I know it!”
“Come closer… I like you… what’s your name? And what do you do for fun down here? Are there any discos around here, or do you have a fast car – so we can escape – do somewhere exciting?” asked Framtona, as she reclined on the carpet, a seductive smile playing on her lips. The young man stayed where he was: “Fun? Here?… You must be mad, it’s so quiet. No discos. No cars here. Even the bus out only stops once every two weeks, as nothing ever happens here. We are so totally boring.” He regarded Framtona warily, almost as if he had found a wild beast on the loose in the house. “And, although I can’t imagine why you are asking me, my name’s Alex.”
Framtona said: “Oh, I like you, and, Alex, you have the wrong idea. That event before? … really, I’m absolutely harmless. I just want to have a bit of fun…. and I’ve never swung from a real chandelier. before…. just toooo tempting.” Framtona looked fondly up at the chandelier. Gorgeous.” “He’s rather good looking,” thought Framtona to herself, as she rose lithely, moved closer to Alex.
“You are trouble, I can tell!” said Alex, “and my mother’s not here now. My Aunt is extremely delicate and nervous – unlike my mother, she likes everything just so. She also has a very short fuse…. can I see your letter?” Framtona fished a crumpled envelope out of her skirt pocket and handed it over. Alex took the document, moved a little away and quickly read the contents. He looked up…. “Oh, oh, I see, the Osborne side of the family recommended you, to my mother. That explains a lot; Oliviana’s trouble, too.”
“Oh, that’s so unfair! I’m no trouble – although all this Nature frightens me quite a bit.” She shivered. “And, why on earth would you say that about Oliviana? She’s my very best friend, a darling, quiet as a mouse – most of the time!”
“You see that great big boarded-up part of this room? There was a marvellous window there. One you could walk through, straight out onto the terrace, the lawn. Until this time last year, when Oliviana set up a great big bucket of Supaglue on the top sill. She fixed it so it spilled all over some of the family who were just returning, with the dog, through that window. Coming back from a fox hunt. It’s been boarded up ever since, as the whole pane of glass had to be removed – along with all of them – dog included. They all instantly stuck to to the glass, and the ambulance had to come. Load them all in – together – and take them to the hospital. They weren’t hurt though it took days to remove the glue. Some didn’t come off. The glass was as ancient as the house and the glass panes were handblown. So there was a big conservation job to do, and that’s taking months. Oliviana’s an animal lover. Just so I know – what are you?”
As she closed in on Alex again, that last statement caught Framtona a little off-guard. Did it indicate Alex may have a few more brains than she had calculated, she wondered? “Oh, I’m Australian! Is that what you mean… or, I love animals too! Though I’m really, really scared – half to death – of some of the bigger ones” Framtona shivered, then smiled. “But, I’m good at cooking, too! But really what I love most, is fun. More than anything else! And, I want to avoid being bored – I want excitement… I want a bit of danger. And I love laughing!” She laughed as she put her arm through Alex’s. He gave her the letter, which she put back into her pocket. Swishing her skirts coquettishly, Framtona flashed Alex her winning, most seductive look.
“You are trouble, I can feel it.” growled Alex, looking down at her. Then he appeared to soften, moved, took her hand. Together they walked out through a set of French windows, onto a terrace. Alex smiled at her: ” No more playing about now. My mother is in London for a fortnight.” Framtona fluttered her eyelashes at him, and he smiled again. “Aunt Gywnndolina will welcome you properly as our guest. Come and sit next to me – in the summerhouse, for a bit. Calm down” The house stood in its lovely garden, quite a way from the road. In the late afternoon it was still, beautiful in the summerhouse, yet Framtona was puzzled by a shaking she felt through her feet. Through the beams of slanting English-summer sunlight, Framtona saw something approaching rapidly across the lawn. A rather large bear.
“Hellooo… Alex!” came a muffled hail. Alex waved a happy greeting, “Thought you were throwing your hurley again, today, Aunt Gywnndolina! How’d you go?” “The bear plonked down next to Alex. “Ah, no, Alex, no throwing, not today… just the regular ‘clash of the ash’ – Yes, a really good game. To celebrate we girls put our big fake fun-furs on. Then we went running around. Growling. Even went into the park for a bit! I love a good practical joke – all really good, clean fun – all above board, mostly! We scared a few nature-lovers, I think. Didn’t we all laugh, then! Aunt Gywnndolina took off the bear-head, smiled, showing a few gaps where teeth were missing.
“Who’s that? Pretty little thing…. did she go upstairs? Now..? I wonder why on earth… she’s staying? oh, I do hope so! She looks fit, and we’ve another game tomorrow! I’ve an extra hurley stick – she can have it. ” Alex said: “That’s Framtona, and yes, she is staying with us – for two weeks!” He smiled as his aunt became wildly excited: “Oh, there’s a slinky panther costume in the cupboards upstairs – it would fit her perfectly!” Alex nodded: “I know she is a wonderful climber.” “Perfect! – Will you come with us, Alex? After the game we can go out in the woods again. With her! we’ll run around, growling – and have some fun!”
Alex gave his Aunty Gywnndolina – a great big bear hug, and a kiss. “Purrfect” he said, smiling.