Prepare a new dialogue with a part-ner. use the shopping lists or your own ideas. practise your dialogue. then change roles.​

Once upon a time there was a prince, who's name was John. He loved to eat a a lot. So he became very very fat. He wanted to become thin again, but he cant stop eating.. And the king said: "i will give a half of my kingdom to a man who will cure my son." The best doctors came but they did nothing. One day a baker came to a king and sad that he knows what to do. He show a cake with jam. But this jam was spelled, so when the prince will eat it, he will become heathy again. 
Next day he gave a cake to the prince. And the prince was cured!

Давным-давно жил принц. Его звали Джон. Он любил поесть, и поэтому вскоре стал очень-очень толстым. Он хотел похудеть но не мог остановиться поедать все, что ему попадалось на глаза. Тогда король объявил: " Я отдам половину своего королевства тому, кто вылечит моего сына." Лучшие доктора приходили, но ничего не могли сделать. В один день к королю пришел пекарь, и сказал, что знает что делать. Он показал торт с вареньем.Но это варенье было не обычное, а волшебное, и когда принц его съест, он снова станет здоровым. На следующий день он отдал торт принцу. И принц стал здоров!
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he and my mother split up. He must have wanted the best for me, but the best was always what he wanted. He chose my school and I hated it. I had no friends there, I was miserable and didn't do well, so I was asked to leave. He must have been very disappointed, but he said nothing to me. He wanted me to be an actor like him but I'm not at all like him. I tried it for a while, but I was miserable until I met my husband. He's a vet and I'm his assistant. Now I'm doing what I always wanted to do, working with animals. My father and I have always been so different. I love animals and he loves books and music, and above all opera, which I hate. If he comes to see us (we live on a farm), he always wears totally the wrong clothes, but we still don't see much of each other. It’s because he didn't really want me to marry George. He wanted me to marry a famous film star or something, but of course I didn’t. George and I don't want children, we have our animals, but my father would love to have a grandson. Maybe his new wife will give him the son he wants, but probably not. She cares too much about being slim and beautiful. I occasionally see one of his films on TV. I find it hard to believe he's my father. He is like a stranger.

y first wife and I only had one child. It might have been nice to have more. I would have liked a son, but we just had Carmen. I see her as my best friend. I think she always comes to me first if she has a problem. We have the same sense of humour and share many interests, except that she's crazy about animals, obsessed with them - she has always had dogs, cats, and horses in her life. We were closest when she was about four, which I think is a wonderful age for a child. That's when they need their parents most. But as soon as Carmen went to school, she seemed to grow up and grow apart from her family, and any father finds it difficult with a teenage daughter. She was very moody and had an odd group of friends. There was an endless stream of strange young men coming to our house. I remember I once got annoyed with her in front of her friends and she didn't the and my mother split up. He must have wanted the best for me, but the best was always what he wanted. He chose my school and I hated it. I had no friends there, I was miserable and didn't do well, so I was asked to leave. He must have been very disappointed, but he said nothing to me. He wanted me to be an actor like him but I'm not at all like him. I tried it for a while, but I was miserable until I met my husband. He's a vet and I'm his assistant. Now I'm doing what I always wanted to do, working with animals. My father and I have always been so different. I love animals and he loves books and music, and above all opera, which I hate. If he comes to see us (we live on a farm), he always wears totally the wrong clothes, but we still don't see much of each other. It’s because he didn't really want me to marry George. He wanted me to marry a famous film star or something, but of course I didn’t. George and I don't want children, we have our animals, but my father would love to have a grandson. Maybe his new wife will give him the son he wants, but probably not. She cares too much about being slim and beautiful. I occasionally see one of his films on TV. I find it hard to believe he's my father. He is like a stranger.alk to me for days. I've always