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Unit 9
It’s a mystery! Fiction; Reading
Warmer
Revise collocations with go by Fiction
giving students a definition from
Exercise 8 on page 89 and eliciting
a verb which collocates. Once you’ve
demonstrated this with one or two
examples, pairs take turns to test
each other in the same way.
1 Ask students to cover the extract
and just look at the picture and
answer the questions. Write their
ideas on the board.
2 9.06 Before listening, you
could set a three-minute timer
to encourage students to
read quickly and focus on the
question rather than on trying to
understand every word.
Activity idea Revision
To review narrative tenses, ask
students which three past tenses are
used in the extract. Elicit past simple,
past continuous and past perfect.
In open class, elicit the rules for the
usage of all three tenses, referring
to the grammar rules in Units 1 and
2 if necessary. Tell students they are
going to do a reading race. Write
on the board: Read the extract and
find at least …
10 irregular past tense verbs (were/
was, did, had, found, began, drew,
forgot, knew, stood, felt, said, bit,
flew, held)
3 examples of the past continuous
(was holding, was moving, was
smelling, were talking and laughing) 90
2 examples of the past perfect (I’d
got up, had disappeared, had done)
Instruct students to find the items as
quickly as possible.
T90 It’s a mystery! | Unit 9
1 Look at the picture. Make some predictions.
• What do you think will happen to spoil this beautiful scene?
• What will happen to the woman in the red dress?
• Why will the flower seller get angry?
2 9.06 Read and listen to the extract. Were your predictions correct?
Wild Country by Margaret Johnson
Chapter 1 The flower market mistake
The woman in the red dress was holding some I don’t know how long I stood there. I only know
large yellow flowers to her face. Behind her, there
that the next time I looked at my watch, it was nine
were lots more flowers – big flowers, small flowers, o’clock. Nine o’clock! I only had thirty minutes to get
flowers of every possible colour. I was very pleased to the airport. Oh no, I was going to be late. Again.
But before I could put the pencil and paper back into
I’d got up early to see Nice’s famous flower market.
It was beautiful, and it helped me to forget that I my bag, I felt something soft against my legs. It was a
wasn’t going to have a nice day. Or a nice ten days. small brown dog, and he was on his own. ‘Hello, boy,’
I said. ‘Are you lost?’ The dog seemed to smile up at
Grant Cooper! Grant Cooper! I couldn’t believe
I was going to work with that man for ten days. me, and I reached out to touch it. The dog smiled
It was going to be horrible. But I wouldn’t think again, and then … it bit me! I screamed and jumped
about it until I had to. And here, in the market,
quickly back from the dog. Too quickly. There was a
I could almost forget. There was colour all around very loud crash behind me. ‘Mademoiselle!’ shouted
me – not just the flowers, but also the people
an angry voice. I turned round to see flowers all over
buying them in their summer clothes. Even the the ground. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘That dog – it bit me!’
buildings behind the market were colourful – ‘What dog?’ asked the angry flower seller. ‘Well, that
red and orange with blue windows. What a lovely one,’ I said, but when I looked down, the dog had
disappeared. ‘It was here a minute ago,’ I said, turning
picture it would make, if I only had my paints with
me. But I did have a pencil somewhere. I could do to look. Unfortunately, I turned so quickly that my
a quick drawing. I still had a few minutes before shoulder bag flew through the air and crashed into
I had to leave for the airport. I found the pencil in some more flowers. ‘Mademoiselle!’ shouted the
flower seller again. ‘I’m sorry,’ I started to say, but then
the bottom of my shoulder bag, together with an
old letter. Soon my pencil was moving quickly over I noticed that things were about to get even worse.
the back of the letter as I began to draw the woman
A river of dirty water from the flowers was moving
in the red dress. She was smelling some red flowers very quickly towards the blonde woman’s expensive
now, and her hair was very blonde in the sunshine. white summer shoes. ‘Madame!’ I shouted, but it
As I drew what I saw, I quickly forgot about
was too late. ‘My shoes!’ cried the blonde woman.
everything else. The woman buying the flowers ‘My flowers!’ cried the flower seller. I held my hand up
obviously knew the flower seller. They were talking to show what the dog had done. ‘My finger!’ I cried,
and laughing together, and I had lots of time to
but neither the flower seller nor the blonde woman
work on my picture. was interested in my hurt finger.