Original Text

One sunny day, Mia pretended to be an adventure, freeing birds from a nets to help them escape. As she worked, she heard a strange sound in her ear – a catchy song playing near by. The rhythmic beat was impossible to ignore, and soon she began to sing along to the chorus. She could not keep her feat or hand and could not get the tune out of her head. Laughing, she emphasised how much the song added to her day making her smale adventure unforgetable.

Mistakes and Corrections

• “an adventure” – Correction: “an adventurer”
• “a nets” – Correction: “a net”
• “near by” – Correction: “nearby”
• “feat” – Correction: “feet”
• “smale” – Correction: “small”
• “unforgetable” – Correction: “unforgettable”

Corrected Text

One sunny day, Mia pretended to be an adventurer, freeing birds from a net to help them escape. As she worked, she heard a strange sound in her ear – a catchy song playing nearby. The rhythmic beat was impossible to ignore, and soon she began to sing along to the chorus. She could not keep her feet or hand and could not get the tune out of her head. Laughing, she emphasised how much the song added to her day, making her small adventure unforgettable.

Original Text

Lukas, the foolish son of Aleksandar Kondenski, dreamed of being a famous poet. One day, he listed all reasons he was destin for greatness: “I have widsen, I can rhyme, and my acrostic poems are a amazing.” He went to the book shop and told the stranger, “This notebook will help me write verses that will last forever!”

At home, Lukas worked hard but his stanzas lacked rythem, and his rhyme scheme didn’t work. His metaphors were confuseing, and the repetions in his chorus annoyed everyone.

Even with glue his ideas didn’t stick.

“I have the responsibility to make my father prode,” Lukas said as he stared at the bright sun. But his cleverness wasn’t enough. His father told him, “A poet must have in comman with the people who read his work.” Lukas ignored this advice.

The next day he read his poem in the town squar. It was full of mismatch syllables, silly smiles and nonsens. The crowd laughed and the only advice of his “talent” was there laughter.

Lukas was not reamemberd as a great poet but as a magnet for jokes in Macedonia.

Mistakes and Corrections

• “destin” – Correction: “destined”
• “widsen” – Correction: “wisdom”
• “a amazing” – Correction: “an amazing”
• “rythem” – Correction: “rhythm”
• “confuseing” – Correction: “confusing”
• “repetions” – Correction: “repetitions”
• “prode” – Correction: “proud”
• “comman” – Correction: “common”
• “squar” – Correction: “square”
• “mismatch” – Correction: “mismatched”
• “nonsens” – Correction: “nonsense”
• “there laughter” – Correction: “their laughter”
• “reamemberd” – Correction: “remembered”

Corrected Text

Lukas, the foolish son of Aleksandar Kondenski, dreamed of being a famous poet. One day, he listed all the reasons he was destined for greatness: “I have wisdom, I can rhyme, and my acrostic poems are amazing.” He went to the bookshop and told the stranger, “This notebook will help me write verses that will last forever!”

At home, Lukas worked hard, but his stanzas lacked rhythm, and his rhyme scheme didn’t work. His metaphors were confusing, and the repetitions in his chorus annoyed everyone.

Even with glue, his ideas didn’t stick.

“I have the responsibility to make my father proud,” Lukas said as he stared at the bright sun. But his cleverness wasn’t enough. His father told him, “A poet must have something in common with the people who read his work.” Lukas ignored this advice.

The next day, he read his poem in the town square. It was full of mismatched syllables, silly smiles, and nonsense. The crowd laughed, and the only advice they gave about his “talent” was their laughter.

Lukas was not remembered as a great poet but as a magnet for jokes in Macedonia.