The Parcel
(Pedro Blas Ávila NI1 )
It was the evening of Valentine’s Day and Paul was at home drinking a beer, eating popcorn and watch a black and white film. He hadn’t any plans. Suddenly the doorbell rang. When he opened the door there wasn’t anybody there, only a small parcel with a big red ribbon and a note that read, “I’ll be back in 15 minutes.”
Paul couldn’t believe it, someone sent him a present and he had a date! Who could be the mysterious woman? Perhaps Daphne the kind cashier? Maybe Jane the friendly neighbor? Paul looked at his watch; in 13 minutes the mysterious girl would return.
Paul ran to the his bedroom, took off his old-fashioned shirt, worn-out trousers, kicked off his house slippers. He put on his new suit. Then he rushed to the bathroom, combed his hair and brushed his teeth … three minutes to go!
Paul rushed to the living room which he tidied in a jiff, then turned his attention to the beautiful parcel. He undid the bow, pulling at the ribbon in great haste and anticipation, tore at the paper and … the doorbell rang!
When Paul opened the door, he found a big bearded guy with a scruffy look to his clothes.
“Hello!” said the man in a gruff voice. “I think I am wrong, is this Jane’s house?”
“No,” Paul replied. “She lives two doors down. “
“Oh, how embarrassing,” the man grumbled. “Er, I think that parcel is mine.”
“Of course, here you are,” Paul said.
When he closed the door, Paul returned to his beer and thought, “The worst part is I don’t know what was in the parcel.”
(Pedro Blas Ávila NI1 )
It was the evening of Valentine’s Day and Paul was at home drinking a beer, eating popcorn and watch a black and white film. He hadn’t any plans. Suddenly the doorbell rang. When he opened the door there wasn’t anybody there, only a small parcel with a big red ribbon and a note that read, “I’ll be back in 15 minutes.”
Paul couldn’t believe it, someone sent him a present and he had a date! Who could be the mysterious woman? Perhaps Daphne the kind cashier? Maybe Jane the friendly neighbor? Paul looked at his watch; in 13 minutes the mysterious girl would return.
Paul ran to the his bedroom, took off his old-fashioned shirt, worn-out trousers, kicked off his house slippers. He put on his new suit. Then he rushed to the bathroom, combed his hair and brushed his teeth … three minutes to go!
Paul rushed to the living room which he tidied in a jiff, then turned his attention to the beautiful parcel. He undid the bow, pulling at the ribbon in great haste and anticipation, tore at the paper and … the doorbell rang!
When Paul opened the door, he found a big bearded guy with a scruffy look to his clothes.
“Hello!” said the man in a gruff voice. “I think I am wrong, is this Jane’s house?”
“No,” Paul replied. “She lives two doors down. “
“Oh, how embarrassing,” the man grumbled. “Er, I think that parcel is mine.”
“Of course, here you are,” Paul said.
When he closed the door, Paul returned to his beer and thought, “The worst part is I don’t know what was in the parcel.”
1 comment:
Hola Mr. Shea.
Represento a la Asociación Peritia et Doctrina www.peritiaetdoctrina.es
y estoy interesado en proponerle una actividad académica relacionada con la música para nuestro colectivo para el curso próximo.
Puede contactarme en el e-adress abajo citada y en el 609821190.
Best regards!
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