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[A slightly re-worked version of the Grimm Fairy Tale 3-wishes. Students are put into groups of 3 or 4, and are given the story out of order. They have to re-arrange the story in the correct order. Then once they finish this, they are given a sheet with the verbs missing, and have to fill in the correct form of the verb for "wish" constructions.]
Once upon a time a woodcutter
lived with his wife in a pretty
little log cabin in the middle of a thick forest. They were happy, but
they were poor. And sometimes, they
would sigh, and talk to each other about what they wished for.
"I wish I was
beautiful," the wife would say.
"I wish I was
stronger," the woodcutter would say.
"I wish we lived
in a bigger house." They both
would say. "I wish we had some
better food to eat. I wish we were
young again. I wish we had more
money. I wish we had more
friends. I wish, I wish I
wish..."
Every morning, the
woodcutter set off singing to work, and when he came home in the evening, a
plate of hot steaming soup was always waiting for him.
One day, however, he had a
strange surprise. He came upon a big fir tree with strange open holes on the
trunk. It looked somehow different from the other trees, and just as he was
about to chop it down, the alarmed face of an elf popped out of a hole.
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"What's all this
banging?" asked the elf. "You're not thinking of cutting down this
tree, are you? It's my home. I live here!" The woodcutter dropped his
axe in astonishment.
"Well, I . . ." he
stammered.
"With all the other
trees there are in this forest, you have to pick this one? Lucky I was in, or
I would have found myself homeless."
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Taken aback at these words, the woodcutter quickly recovered, for
after all the elf was quite tiny, while he himself was a big hefty chap, and
he boldly replied: "I'm a woodcutter, and I can cut down any tree I
wish. I will cut down this tree right
now."
"I wish you
wouldn't cut down this tree," said the elf. But the woodcutter started to chop anyway.
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"All right! All
right!" broke in the elf. "Shall we put it this way: if you don't
cut down this tree, I grant you three wishes. Agreed?" The woodcutter
scratched his head.
"Three wishes, you say?
Yes, I agree." And he began to hack at another tree. As he worked and
sweated at his task, the woodcutter kept thinking about the magic wishes.
"I'll see what my wife
thinks..."
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The woodcutter's wife was
busily cleaning a pot outside the house when her husband arrived. Grabbing
her round the waist, he twirled her in delight.
"Hooray! Hooray! Our
luck is in!"
The woman could not
understand why her husband was so pleased with himself and she shrugged
herself free. Later, however, over a glass of fine wine at the table, the
woodcutter told his wife of his meeting with the elf, and she too began to
picture the wonderful things that the elf's three wishes might give them. The
woodcutter's wife took a first sip of wine from her husband's glass.
"Nice," she said,
smacking her lips. "I wish I had a string of sausages to go with it,
though..."
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Instantly she bit her tongue,
but too late. Out of the air appeared the sausages while the woodcutter
stuttered with rage.
". . . what have you
done! Sausages . . . What a stupid waste of a wish! You foolish woman. I wish
the sausages would stick up your nose!" No sooner said than done. For
the sausages leapt up and stuck fast to the end of the woman's nose.
This time, the woodcutter's wife flew into a rage.
"You idiot, what have
you done? With all the things we could have wished for . . ." The
mortified woodcutter, who had just repeated his wife's own mistake,
exclaimed:
"I'd chop . . ."
Luckily he stopped himself in time, realizing with horror that he'd been on
the point of having his tongue chopped off. As his wife complained and blamed
him, the poor man burst out laughing.
"If only you knew how
funny you look with those sausages on the end of your nose!" Now that
really upset the woodcutter's wife. She hadn't thought of her looks. She
tried to tug away the sausages but they would not budge. She pulled again and
again, but in vain. The sausages were firmly attached to her nose. Terrified,
she exclaimed: "They'll be there for the rest of my life!"
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Feeling sorry for his wife and wondering
how he could ever put up with a woman with such an awkward nose, the
woodcutter said: "I'll try." Grasping the string of sausages, he
tugged with all his might. But he simply pulled his wife over on top of him.
The pair sat on the floor, gazing sadly at each other.
"What shall we do
now?" they said, each thinking the same thought.
"There's only one thing
we can do . . ." ventured the woodcutter's wife timidly.
"Yes, I'm afraid so . .
." her husband sighed, remembering their dreams of riches, and he
bravely wished the third and last wish "I wish the sausages would leave
my wife's nose."
And they did. Instantly,
husband and wife hugged each other tearfully, saying "Maybe we'll be
poor, but we'll be happy again!"
That evening, the only
reminder of the woodcutter's meeting with the elf was the string of sausages.
So the couple fried them, gloomily thinking of what that meal had cost them.
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Once upon a time a woodcutter lived with his wife in a pretty
little log cabin in the middle of
a thick forest. They were happy, but they were poor. And sometimes, they would sigh, and talk to
each other about what they wished for.
"I
wish I was beautiful," the wife would say.
"I
wish I was stronger," the woodcutter would say.
"I
wish we lived in a bigger house."
They both would say. "I wish
we had some better food to eat. I wish
we were young again. I wish we had more
money. I wish we had more friends. I wish, I wish I wish..."
Every
morning, the woodcutter set off singing to work, and when he came home in the
evening, a plate of hot steaming soup was always waiting for him.
One day, however, he had a strange surprise. He came upon a big fir tree
with strange open holes on the trunk. It looked somehow different from the
other trees, and just as he was about to chop it down, the alarmed face of an
elf popped out of a hole.
"What's all this banging?" asked the elf. "You're not
thinking of cutting down this tree, are you? It's my home. I live here!"
The woodcutter dropped his axe in astonishment.
"Well, I . . ." he stammered.
"With all the other trees there are in this forest, you have to
pick this one? Lucky I was in, or I would have found myself homeless."
Taken aback at these words, the woodcutter quickly recovered, for after
all the elf was quite tiny, while he himself was a big hefty chap, and he
boldly replied: "I'm a woodcutter, and I can cut down any tree I
wish. I will cut down this tree right
now."
"I
wish you wouldn't cut down this tree," said the elf. But the woodcutter started to chop anyway.
"All right! All right!" broke in the elf. "Shall we put
it this way: if you don't cut down this tree, I grant you three wishes.
Agreed?" The woodcutter scratched his head.
"Three wishes, you say? Yes, I agree." And he began to hack at
another tree. As he worked and sweated at his task, the woodcutter kept
thinking about the magic wishes.
"I'll see what my wife thinks..."
The woodcutter's wife was busily cleaning a pot outside the house when
her husband arrived. Grabbing her round the waist, he twirled her in delight.
"Hooray! Hooray! Our luck is in!"
The woman could not understand why her husband was so pleased with
himself and she shrugged herself free. Later, however, over a glass of fine
wine at the table, the woodcutter told his wife of his meeting with the elf,
and she too began to picture the wonderful things that the elf's three wishes
might give them. The woodcutter's wife took a first sip of wine from her
husband's glass.
"Nice," she said, smacking her lips. "I wish I had a
string of sausages to go with it, though..."
Instantly she bit her tongue, but too late. Out of the air appeared the
sausages while the woodcutter
stuttered with rage.
". . . what have you done! Sausages . . . What a stupid waste of a
wish!
You foolish woman. I wish the
sausages would stick up your nose!" No sooner said than done. For the
sausages leapt up and stuck fast to the end of the woman's nose.
This time, the woodcutter's wife
flew into a rage.
"You idiot, what have you done? With all the things we could have
wished
for . . ." The mortified
woodcutter, who had just repeated his wife's own mistake, exclaimed:
"I'd chop . . ." Luckily he stopped himself in time, realizing
with horror that he'd been on the point of having his tongue chopped off. As
his wife complained and blamed him, the poor man burst out laughing.
"If only you knew how funny you look with those sausages on the end
of your nose!" Now that really upset the woodcutter's wife. She hadn't
thought of her looks. She tried to tug away the sausages but they would not
budge. She pulled again and again, but in vain. The sausages were firmly
attached to her nose. Terrified, she exclaimed: "They'll be there for the
rest of my life!"
Feeling sorry for his wife and wondering how he could ever put up with a
woman with such an awkward nose, the woodcutter said: "I'll try."
Grasping the string of sausages, he tugged with all his might. But he simply
pulled his wife over on top of him. The pair sat on the floor, gazing sadly at
each other.
"What shall we do now?" they said, each thinking the same
thought.
"There's only one thing we can do . . ." ventured the
woodcutter's wife
timidly.
"Yes, I'm afraid so . . ." her husband sighed, remembering
their dreams of riches, and he bravely wished the third and last wish "I
wish the sausages would leave my wife's nose."
And they did. Instantly, husband and wife hugged each other tearfully,
saying "Maybe we'll be poor,
but we'll be happy again!"
That evening, the only reminder of the woodcutter's meeting with the elf
was the string of sausages. So
the couple fried them, gloomily thinking of
what that meal had cost them.
Once upon a time a woodcutter lived with his wife in a pretty
little log cabin in the middle of
a thick forest. They were happy, but they were poor. And sometimes, they would sigh, and talk to
each other about what they wished for.
"I
wish I ________ beautiful," the wife would say.
"I
wish I ________ stronger," the woodcutter would say.
"I
wish we _______ in a bigger house."
They both would say. "I wish
we ____ some better food to eat. I wish
we _______ young again. I wish we ____
more money. I wish we _______ more friends. I wish, I wish I wish..."
Every
morning, the woodcutter set off singing to work, and when he came home in the
evening, a plate of hot steaming soup was always waiting for him.
One day, however, he had a strange surprise. He came upon a big fir tree
with strange open holes on the trunk. It looked somehow different from the
other trees, and just as he was about to chop it down, the alarmed face of an
elf popped out of a hole.
"What's all this banging?" asked the elf. "You're not
thinking of cutting down this tree, are you? It's my home. I live here!"
The woodcutter dropped his axe in astonishment.
"Well, I . . ." he stammered.
"With all the other trees there are in this forest, you have to
pick this one? Lucky I was in, or I would have found myself homeless."
Taken aback at these words, the woodcutter quickly recovered, for after
all the elf was quite tiny, while he himself was a big hefty chap, and he
boldly replied: "I'm a woodcutter, and I can cut down any tree I
wish. I will cut down this tree right
now."
"I
wish you ____________ cut down this tree," said the elf. But the woodcutter started to chop anyway.
"All right! All right!" broke in the elf. "Shall we put
it this way: if you don't cut down this tree, I grant you three wishes.
Agreed?" The woodcutter scratched his head.
"Three wishes, you say? Yes, I agree." And he began to hack at
another tree. As he worked and sweated at his task, the woodcutter kept
thinking about the magic wishes.
"I'll see what my wife thinks..."
The woodcutter's wife was busily cleaning a pot outside the house when
her husband arrived. Grabbing her round the waist, he twirled her in delight.
"Hooray! Hooray! Our luck is in!"
The woman could not understand why her husband was so pleased with
himself and she shrugged herself free. Later, however, over a glass of fine
wine at the table, the woodcutter told his wife of his meeting with the elf,
and she too began to picture the wonderful things that the elf's three wishes
might give them. The woodcutter's wife took a first sip of wine from her
husband's glass.
"Nice," she said, smacking her lips. "I wish I ______ a
string of sausages to go with it, though..."
Instantly she bit her tongue, but too late. Out of the air appeared the
sausages while the woodcutter stuttered with rage.
". . . what have you done! Sausages . . . What a stupid waste of a
wish!
You foolish woman. I wish the
sausages would stick up your nose!" No sooner said than done. For the
sausages leapt up and stuck fast to the end of the woman's nose.
This time, the woodcutter's wife
flew into a rage.
"You idiot, what have you done? With all the things we could have
wished for . . ." The mortified woodcutter, who had just repeated his
wife's own mistake, exclaimed:
"I'd chop . . ." Luckily he stopped himself in time, realizing
with horror that he'd been on the point of having his tongue chopped off. As
his wife complained and blamed him, the poor man burst out laughing.
"If only you knew how funny you look with those sausages on the end
of your nose!" Now that really upset the woodcutter's wife. She hadn't
thought of her looks. She tried to tug away the sausages but they would not
budge. She pulled again and again, but in vain. The sausages were firmly
attached to her nose. Terrified, she exclaimed: "They'll be there for the
rest of my life!"
Feeling sorry for his wife and wondering how he could ever put up with a
woman with such an awkward nose, the woodcutter said: "I'll try."
Grasping the string of sausages, he tugged with all his might. But he simply
pulled his wife over on top of him. The pair sat on the floor, gazing sadly at
each other.
"What shall we do now?" they said, each thinking the same
thought.
"There's only one thing we can do . . ." ventured the
woodcutter's wife timidly.
"Yes, I'm afraid so . . ." her husband sighed, remembering
their dreams of riches, and he bravely wished the third and last wish "I
wish the sausages _________ leave my wife's nose."
And they did. Instantly, husband and wife hugged each other tearfully,
saying "Maybe we'll be poor,
but we'll be happy again!"
That evening, the only reminder of the woodcutter's meeting with the elf
was the string of sausages. So the couple fried them, gloomily thinking of what
that meal had cost them.
1 comment:
A couple notes upon revisiting this post:
1) I think I made a mistake when I said this was by the Brothers Grimm. According to wikipedia, this is by Charles Perrault.
2) I adopted this slightly, but I largely copied it from another source on the Internet. I wish I had credited what that source was back in 2014. Now I can't remember.
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