Hi, I know I haven't posted for a little while; I have just been too busy/lazy. We have done a lot. Yesterday we went for a 10 km walk. Well, it was 5 km, then half an hour sitting on a rock, on the beach, by the bridge, then a 5km walk back UP THE HILL!! I was also just informed that we have done ten km everyday, sometimes more over the 3 days. Today, we are hoping to go to the Jacques Cartier museum, but with the protesting French, we are only hoping.
We did go to the Jacques Cartier museum, which was his house, but I am not going to write about that now. Now, I am going to paste a story that I wrote in french. When I was told to write a French story, I really didn't want to. What I did want to do, was play cards. It was somewhat hard to write my story because I had a pack of cards to my right and 2 packs on my left. In the end, because of my unwantingness, I had a topic which I otherwise would have not. I often spend a lot of time trying to come up with an idea.
Here it my story!
We did go to the Jacques Cartier museum, which was his house, but I am not going to write about that now. Now, I am going to paste a story that I wrote in french. When I was told to write a French story, I really didn't want to. What I did want to do, was play cards. It was somewhat hard to write my story because I had a pack of cards to my right and 2 packs on my left. In the end, because of my unwantingness, I had a topic which I otherwise would have not. I often spend a lot of time trying to come up with an idea.
Here it my story!
Il y a une fille. Cette fille a besoin d’écrire une histoire pour son Français. Mais cette fille ne veut pas écrire une histoire. Elle veut jouer aux cartes. Aces; pour être précise. Alors cette fille écrit une histoire à propos d’elle même.
La fille s’assoit sur son lit et commence à écrire mais il y a un paquet de cartes juste à la droite d’elle et deux paquets de cartes à sa gauche. Les cartes sont partout! Elle voit des cartes sur le papier, des cartes sur le mur. Elle est vexée. La porte est une grande carte, la fenêtre est une carte aussi. Elle est dans un monde de cartes. Un score parfait apparait devant elle.
-Cartes içi, cartes là,
Les quatres aces sont devant elle.
-C’est trop!
-C’est trop! Elle crie
Mais elle n’ a pas vraiment crié. Elle a imaginé crier.
Eventuellement, tout est retourné à normale.
La fille c’est assise et elle a écit une belle histoire.
Mhari,
ReplyDeleteQuelle belle histoire, plein d'existencialism...demande a ta mere.
Peut-etre la prochaine fois tu seras mieux de tout simplement ecrire au sujet de tes avantures. Meagan dirait d'ecrire apropos de toutes les fees et les nains que tu as recontre...ha ha.
Janet
Mhari,
ReplyDeleteWhere are your other entries? How can I possibly know what you are seeing and thinking if you don't write? Guess what? We got our little friends back.
Janet
Et moi, j'attends toujours des nouvelles de ton expérience à Paris! Qu'as-tu vu? Où es-tu allée? Qu'as-tu mangé? Est-ce que tu t'es acheté quoi-que-ce soit?
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