Story using "wish": 3 Wishes

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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.

"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 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.