Online Class Notes (Jesse)

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19 – XVIV / XIX
21 – XXI

Vocabulary

drag
eg. to pull something along the ground

MB said bye bye to the courier and went back to his room and was admiring his new green and grey new chair. He was planning to sit on it but before even his butt touches the seat the smell of smoke wafted out of the kitchen into his nose. He suddenly realised something was happening in the kitchen and he rushed and stumbled over his feet while he was trying to get to the pot of spaghetti. He nearly fell flat on the face on the pot while he was rushing to it. He quickly turned off the fire and peaked inside. Next he got out a clean and unbroken / intact plate and poured out the remains of the spaghetti but instead of seeing the pasta and tomato sauce plus meatballs, he saw the ashes (remains) of the spaghetti with some red (which is the spaghetti sauce) and a bit of fire. His pot was all burned and melted like a chocolate cake. All of a sudden the doorbell rang and MB nearly hit his head on the roof because he jumped so high. MB sighed and put on his crazy and unkempt disguise. MB waddled down the stairs like a giant panda but with gigantic sigh he heaved open the door. The courier was holding / clutching a bright red flower that was poking up at the sun as though beaming at it. The courier by the way was dressed in a black kempt / clean / tidy shirt with a small, orange bowtie hanging under his neck. He bowed and was giving the flower to MB as though he wanted to marry him (which is real). MB snatched the gleaming flower from the courier’s hand and slammed the door right in his face, giving him no time to speak to him. When MB just set his left foot on the stairs, the doorbell rang again. MB paused for a moment thinking that if he didn’t answer the doorbell the courier might go home, but the doorbell rang again much more loudly than before. Mr Bean sighed and turned around, opened the door and there was the courier standing there. The courier asked him do you wanna go on a walk with me? MB shook his head immediately. “Cinema?” the courier asked curiously. MB shook his head harder than before. “Ice skating?” Asked the courier as though MB knows how to iceskate. “Lunch?” the courier asked quite politely, but with a hint of impatience in his voice. MB nodded his head very hard and said quite happily, “yes” because his spaghetti was burned to ashes two times (plus he doesn’t want to make the spaghetti again).