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Just to put you in the picture

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 I think you've already seen me playing the "storyteller".Don't trust my abilities!
We were really eager to start this new activity at the school and we hope the students will like it.I'm doing my "best" to encourage them.

The first book we are reading this year is Wicked and Humorous Tales, by Saki (pen-name of Hector Hugh Munro, 1870-1916).
It is a collection of six adapted short stories, all of them with an unexpected ending  which makes them cute, funny and surprising.
They are all divided in two parts, just to keep the reader's curiosity.





The first one is "The Open Window".
I find this one of the best, but I'd rather let the students tell you.








The rest are:
"The Penance","Molvera", "Sredni Yashtar", "Tobermory"and "The Interlopers".






SEE IF YOU CAN JOIN THE PICTURES
WITH THE TALES




                                                                              



                                                   




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