As a teacher in New Zealand, I'd sometimes
ask my children to retell a familiar story as a fortunately/unfortunately
story. Here's an example of what I mean.
Fortunately the first little pig built
himself a lovely house of straw.
Unfortunately the big bad wolf came along.
Fortunately the little pig just had time to
rush in and lock the door.
You get the idea? Well I’ve a story to tell
about the four weeks I’ve just spent in New Zealand overseeing the start of
earthquake repairs on our Christchurch home, and I’m going to tell it in a
similar way.
