TASK 8
INSTRUCTIONS
0. Download the story collection called '4shortstories'. To do so you need to go to FILES at the top of the page. Click on Files 1 Bilingual. Then click on the file with the name mentioned. Copy the story called 'The Monkey's Foot' and paste it on a new page on your blog. Then, ....
1.Read the story from the beginning right to the end. Underline the words that you don't know.
2.Write a summary of the story in Spanish just as you understood. Use your blog preferably. If you can't use your blog, use your notebook.
3.Read the story again. Try to infer the meaning of the words underlined from the context. Write then down on your blog.
4.Use a dictionary to check that your guess is right.
5.Read the story again from the very beginning. Make sure that this time you remember the meaning of the words that you underlined.
6.Write a summary of the story in your own words. Your teacher will tell you how many words it must have.
7.Write a 10 item questionnaire about the content of the story.
8.Make sure you carry out the indications of your teacher. He'll give you a little test to find how much you remember.


 

The Monkey's Foot

Mr and Mrs White lived in a nice small house. Their son Herbert lived with them. Herbert worked in a factory He worked at a big machine. Mr White worked in an office. Mrs White was a housewife.

There were not many houses near them. "I want a house near the town," said Mr White.

"But it's £400 for a house near the town, and we're not rich." "No,"said Mrs White,"but we're happy here, aren't we, Herbert?" "Yes, but Dad's right," said Herbert. "We're a long way from the shops and the train and the bus."

One day, an old friend came to dinner. His name was Mr Morris. The Whites liked to hear his stories. He talked about many countries. When Mr Morris knocked at the door, Mr White opened it.

"Come in, come in," he said. "Good to see you. How are you? Come and sit by the fire,

Whisky?"

"Thank you," said Mr Morris. "How are you, Mrs White, Herbert?"

"Very well, thank you," they said.

"Dinner isn't ready," said Mrs White. "Tell us a story, Mr Morris." "A story about India," said Herbert. "I'm going to India, some day."

Mr Morris said nothing. He had something in his hand.

"What's that, Mr Morris?" said Mrs White.

"This?" said Mr Morris. "It's a monkey's foot "

"A monkey's foot?" said the Whites.

"Yes. Don't touch it."

"Why not?" said Herbert.

Mr Morris looked at the fire.

"Mr Morris, aren't you well?" asked Mrs White.

"Oh yes, thank you," said Mr Morris. "I'm not ill."

"Tell us about the monkey's foot," said Herbert.

"Yes," said Mr Morris. "I had this foot from a man in India. He said...."

"Yes?" said the Whites.

"With this foot you can ask for three things. You can have three wishes."

"How?" said Herbert.

"Take the foot in your hand and say, 'I wish for....'. Then say what you want."

"And you asked for three things?" said Mrs White.

"No." Mr Morris looked at the fire again. "I only asked for one thing," he said. "I had

one wish. I got it."

"A good thing?" asked Herbert.

"No, it was not," said Mr Morns. "No more questions, please. You always have a good big fire here. I'm going to put the monkey's foot on your fire."

"Don't," said Herbert. "Give it to us."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you are my friends."

"Dinner's ready," said Mrs White.

Mr Morris put the foot on the fire. He went to the table with Mr White. Herbert jumped up and got the foot from the fire. He put it on a little table. Mr Morris did not see it.

After dinner he went home. "Here's the foot," said Herbert. "I'm going to ask for something."

"Don't, Herbert," said Mrs White.

Herbert did not listen to her. "Dad," he said, "you want £400. Wish for £400. Here's the

foot. "

"I want £400," said Mr White. Then he said, "The foot jumped in my hand!"

"Where's the money?" said Herbert. "There's no money here. I'm going to bed."

"Put that thing on the fire," said Mrs White. "I don't like it."

But Mr White put the foot on the table. In the morning, at breakfast, Herbert said,

"No letters today. No £400 for you, Dad."

"I'm happy here without the money," said Mrs White.

Herbert went to his factory. "Back to my machine," he said. Mr White went to his office. Mrs White worked in the house.

When Mr White came home in the evening, he said, "Any money?"

"No," said Mrs White.

"Where's Herbert?" said Mr White.

"He isn't back from the factory," said Mrs White .

Seven o'clock came. Eight o'clock. Herbert wasn't back. "Where is he?" said Mrs White.

Then there was a knock at the door. "Open it," said Mrs White. Mr White opened the door. A man was there. He said, "Mr White? The father of Herbert White?"

"Yes."

"I'm from the factory," said the man.

"Come in."

"Thank you," said the man. He had something in his hand. "This is a letter for you," he said. "A letter from the factory."

"Where's Herbert?" said Mrs White. "Where's my son?"

The man said nothing.

"Is Herbert ill?" said Mr White.

"No," said the man. "Not ill."

"Is he....?"

"He is dead," said the man. "Your son is dead."

"Dead?"

"The machine," said the man. "The big machine.... "

"I want to see my son," said Mrs White.

"No," said the man again. "The machine...."

Mrs White said nothing.

 

"This letter," said the man. "It's from the factory. We want to give you some money."

"Money?"

"£400," said the man.

Mr and Mrs White were in bed. They were not asleep.

"Are you cold, my love?" said Mr White.

"No," she said. "But my boy Herbert is cold tonight. "

Then she said, "Where is it?"

"What?

"The foot. The monkey's foot. We have two wishes. I'm going to get the foot."

"No, no,my love."

But she went to the sitting room. "Here it is," she said. "On the little table."

"Please, please, my love, don't," said Mr White.

She said nothing. The monkey's foot was in her hand.

"I want my son back again," she said. The foot jumped in her hand.

"Come back to bed, my love. You're ill," said Mr White. But she listened. Something walked up the road to the house. Something knocked at the door. Again and again, something knocked at the door.

"Open the door!" she said.

"No," said Mr White.

"I'm going to open it," she said. "I'm coming, my boy, I'm coming!"

Mr White looked for the monkey's foot. "Here it is," he said. "I wish my son back in the cemetery”

The foot jumped in his hand. Mrs White opened the door. There was nothing there.

 

APUNTES DEL PUERTO DE MALAGA

malga it was cresated by the pohenincias ,the port is the of the oldest in malga, the pohencians built two fishing ports and one comercial ,once had a wall the protedec ,the port has 200years ago,the port has 8 years after crist,in the comercial port the people  sold raisins spices were selling wine and oil.

TASK 6
My favourite urban legend
30/10/12

Instructions:

Find a website that deals with urban legends, preferably in English.
Read a few.
Retell the one you liked most.
Write two versions: One in English (your own words). One in Spanish (your own words)



My favorite hurben legend isblody y meery .
the story is that if in a mirror in the dark and say blody aperece mery and take you eyes.