de Peter Griffith

 

Dottie se désespère : son cousin Charles vient passer la journée à la maison... et Dottie et Charles se détestent.

La journée commence de façon désastreuse lorsque Charles envoie le ballon de football dans la vitre du voisin... et les choses empirent quand les deux enfants essaient de réparer les dégâts sans que le voisin s’en rende compte.

À la fin de la journée, il faut bien admettre que tout ce qui pouvait aller de travers est allé de travers. Une fin heureuse est-elle encore possible ?

 

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Dottie: What do you want to play?
Charles: I don’t know. What have you got?
Dottie: Do you like playing football?
Charles: Yes. I’m very good at football.
Dottie: Well, we can play football.
Charles: My parents bought me a football with David Beckham’s signature on it.
Dottie: Oh. Well my football is just a cheap old football. But we can still play with it.
Charles: You can go in goal. I’ll shoot.
Dottie: All right. But we must keep away from this side here, because our neighbour isn’t very friendly.
Charles: Are you ready?
Dottie: Yes. (Charles takes the ball and performs a sequence of impressive manoeuvres) Are you going to shoot, then?
Charles: When I’m ready.
Dottie: Well come on, then.
Charles: When I’m ready. (Charles kicks elegantly, and Dottie easily catches the ball)
Dottie: Saved! Now it’s my turn to shoot.
Charles: No. I’m the striker. I’m Wayne Rooney.
Dottie: What?
Charles: I’m the striker - I score the goals. Give me the ball.
Dottie: So I have to spend the whole time in goal?
Charles: Of course.
Dottie: Oh. Right. Here’s the ball then. (Charles once again goes into a sequence of balletic ball-technique exercises) Well aren’t you going to shoot?
Charles: We can’t play here. The sun is in my eyes. We must put the goal over there.
Dottie: We can’t put the goal there. That’s where Mr Swother lives.
Charles: Who is Mr Swother?
Dottie: Mr Swother is our neighbour. He doesn’t like children. And especially, he doesn’t like children who play football.
Charles: When I kick a football, I know exactly where it goes. I won’t kick the ball over your neighbour’s fence.
Dottie: Well, if the ball lands in his garden, you go and get it back - OK?
Charles: It won’t land in his garden.
Dottie: Well come on - shoot then.
Charles: Don’t be impatient. You’re putting me off. (Charles kicks the ball through Mr Swother's window)
Dottie: Oh no! Now look what you’ve done.
Charles: It isn’t my fault. You didn’t save it. You didn’t catch the ball.
Dottie: But it was nowhere near the goal.