A love story
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Here is a story for you to read, which uses almost exclusively regular verbs.
Once you've read it, can you manage to put the pictures into the right order?
Voici une histoire pour vous à lire, une histoire qui utilise, presqu'exclusivement, des verbes réguliers. Une fois la lecture terminée, arriverez-vous à remettre les images dans le bon ordre?
Paul loved Sally. Every day he watched her in the library. Sometimes he posted messages on her wall, but she didn't contact him. He listened to her conversations with her friends, but she didn't see him. The problem was that Sally liked Paul, but she didn't love him.
One day he followed her home and played football in front of her house, but she didn't see him and she didn't open the door.
At the end of June, Paul decided that it was time to be brave, so he knocked on her door and invited her out.
‘Do you fancy going to the cinema with me on Saturday?', he asked.
‘I'm sorry', she replied. ‘I'm busy.'
‘Never mind, maybe another time', Paul replied sadly. He turned and walked home very sadly.
That night he cried and cried. He played music, he cooked a cake, he cleaned the bathroom and tidied his room; he even revised his irregular verbs in his bedroom. He chatted on Skype with his best friend Mike. He wanted to forget.
The next day, in class, a new girl, called Melanie, arrived.
‘Hi', said Melanie, and she smiled at Paul.
Years later, Paul married Melanie. And Sally? She didn't marry. She worked hard, created an Internet start-up, and became a very rich woman.
