英語自習室

Storyteller:

Come on, it's story time, kids. Caillou doesn't look very happy. I wonder why? Today's story is called "Caillou Joins the Circus."

Caillou:

Yee! Gilbert, I dreamed about a tiger. Daddy's taking me to the circus today. He promised. I'm getting dressed all by myself. Daddy will be so happy. Oops! Oh ouch! Oh, no. I forgot to brush my teeth. Look, I got dressed all by myself! 

Daddy:

I can see that. And you did a very good job. But it's so early.

Caillou:

I don't want to be late for the circus. 

Daddy:

The circus? Oh no, Caillou, that's not today. The circus isn't till tomorrow. 

Caillou:

No, no, it's today! I got all dressed. It's today. 

Daddy:

Come on, Caillou, come downstairs and help me make breakfast.

Caillou:

No, no, I don't want to! Vroom-vroom-vroom. Silly old car. Silly-silly-silly!

Storyteller:

Caillou was in a very bad mood because he wasn't going to the circus. 

Daddy:

Caillou, stop all this racket. You woke up Rosie. I want you to come downstairs right now. 

Storyteller:

Even Caillou's Daddy was starting to get angry. 

Caillou:

Why can't I go to the circus? I want to go to the circus. 

Daddy:

Let's make toast. We can cut it into little duckies, like grandma does. 

Caillou:

No! I don't want to make duckies. That's for babies! 

Daddy:

Well, then, how about a circus breakfast? We can cut circus animals out of toast to have with our boiled eggs. But wait a minute. We're missing something, something that comes before the circus animals. Now what could that be? 

Caillou:

A parade? A circus parade? 

Daddy:

Of course. That's it! 

Caillou:

I can get the eggs. 

Daddy:

If you wanted scrambled eggs, you should have said so. 

Caillou: 

It's not my fault. 

Daddy:

I know, Caillou. It wasn't anybody's fault. It was an accident. 

Caillou:

Daddy, the toast! 

Daddy:

Hot, hot, hot. Ouch, ouch, ouch. 

Caillou:

Ha-ha-ha. You can be in the circus, Daddy. You are a good juggler, hahaha! 

Daddy:

And Rosie can be the clown. 

Mommy:

Oh, what's going on here? 

Caillou:

We're having a circus. Do you want to be in our parade, Mommy? 

Daddy:

Oh, are you going to be the lady who rides the horse? 

Mommy:

I don't think so, sweetheart. I think I'll be the lady who marches back to bed.

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