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Adjectives and Adverbs: Definitions and DifferencesAdjectives
Adjectives describe or modify nouns and pronouns. They tell us about the quality, quantity, size, color, shape, or condition of a noun.
For example:
Adjectives often answer the questions: What kind?, Which one?, or How many?
Adverbs modify verbs, adjectives, or other adverbs. They explain how, when, where, why, or to what extent an action is performed.
For example:
Most adjectives add "-ly" to form adverbs:
Adjectives ending in "-y" change "y" to "i" before adding "-ly":
Adjectives ending in "-ic" often add "-ally" to form adverbs:
Some words remain the same as both adjectives and adverbs:
Irregular transformations:
Ana and Carlos were a young couple from a small village in Guatemala. They had always dreamed of moving to the United States to build a better future. Life in their hometown was difficult (difícil), but they worked hard (duramente) and saved every penny.
Carlos was a brave (valiente) and determined (decidido) man. He faced every challenge boldly (con valentía). Ana, on the other hand, was a careful (cuidadosa) planner who thought about every detail thoroughly (a fondo).
When they finally arrived in the U.S., everything felt strange (extraño) and overwhelming (abrumador). However, they adapted quickly (rápidamente) and learned English diligently (diligentemente). Ana found a job in a bakery, and Carlos worked in construction.
Despite the hardships, they raised their children in a loving (amoroso) environment. They taught them to work honestly (honestamente) and to face life’s challenges courageously (valientemente). Years later, their sacrifices paid off as their children graduated proudly (con orgullo) and found stable careers.
Ana and Carlos often looked back at their journey with joyful (alegre) hearts. They had turned their dreams into reality, proving that with hard work and determination, anything is possible.
Choose the correct form of the word in parentheses.
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Improve Your English Conversations Skills with 9 Captivating English Stories! The English Comic Stories are designed to improve your English listening and speaking abilities. Perfect for beginners to intermediate learners, these stories feature natural conversations and essential vocabulary in entertaining contexts. This English Stories have more than 25 different subtitles.
Once upon a time, there were three little bunnies named Benny, Bonnie, and Bella. They all lived with their mother in a small burrow. One day, their mother said, "You are all grown up now. It’s time for you to build your own homes." The three little bunnies hopped off to find materials to build their houses.
Benny, the first little bunny, was very lazy. He quickly gathered some straw and built a straw house. "This will do," he said, and he sat inside, thinking he was safe.
Bonnie, the second little bunny, was a bit more careful. She found some sticks and built a house of sticks. "This is stronger than Benny’s straw house," she thought. So, she sat inside her stick house, feeling secure.
Bella, the third little bunny, was the wisest. She collected bricks and built a strong house made of bricks. "No one can blow this house down," she said proudly as she finished her brick home.
One day, the big bad fox came to the field. He was very hungry and spotted the little bunnies. The fox sneaked up to Benny’s straw house and called, "Little bunny, little bunny, let me in!"
Benny shook his head and replied, "Not by the fluff of my furry tail!"
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by a vast and whispering forest, there lived a sweet girl named Little Red Riding Hood. She was called this because she always wore a bright red cloak that her grandmother had made for her. One sunny morning, Little Red’s mother asked her to take a basket of goodies to her grandmother, who lived on the other side of the forest.
“Here, take this basket,” her mother said, placing it carefully in Little Red’s hands. “It has some bread, honey, and a nice jar of jam. Make sure you stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers!”
Little Red Riding Hood nodded eagerly. “I promise, Mom! I’ll go straight to Grandma’s house.”
With a cheerful wave, she skipped out of the house and down the cobbled path that led into the Whispering Woods. The trees stood tall, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze. Little Red Riding Hood felt excited, her heart full of joy as she imagined her grandmother’s warm smile.
As she walked deeper into the woods, she noticed a little rabbit hopping across her path.
“Hello, little rabbit!” she said with a grin. “Where are you going today?”
The rabbit paused and twitched its nose. “I’m off to find some carrots! What about you?”
“I’m going to visit my grandmother. She lives at the end of the path, by the big oak tree!”
“Oh, that’s lovely!” said the rabbit, and off it hopped, disappearing into the bushes.
After a while, Little Red Riding Hood continued her journey, humming a little tune. Suddenly, a wolf appeared on the path. He was sly and had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” the wolf said with a low growl. “A little girl all alone in the woods?”
Little Red Riding Hood hesitated but remembered her mother’s warning. “I’m just on my way to my grandmother’s house. I have to be quick!”
The wolf tilted his head, feigning interest. “Is that so? And where does your grandmother live?”
“She lives at the end of the path, past the big oak tree,” Little Red Riding Hood replied, trying to sound brave.
The wolf grinned slyly. “Why don’t you take the longer path? There are beautiful flowers along the way, and I’m sure your grandmother would love some.”
Little Red thought for a moment. “Well, I do love flowers… but I don’t want to be late!”
“Just a quick detour! It’ll be worth it, I promise,” the wolf said sweetly.
Trusting the wolf’s words, Little Red Riding Hood decided to take the longer route. “Okay, I’ll pick some flowers for Grandma,” she said and turned off the main path.
As she wandered through the wildflowers, the wolf raced ahead to Grandma’s house. He arrived quickly, knocked on the door, and called out, “It’s me, Caperucita! I’ve brought you some goodies!”
“Come in, dear!” said the grandmother, who was resting in bed.
The wolf burst through the door, and before Grandma could react, he gobbled her up in one swift motion. He then slipped into her nightgown and cap, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over his large, furry body.
Meanwhile, Little Red Riding Hood was picking a bouquet of flowers, lost in thought. “These will make her so happy,” she murmured. She filled her basket with the prettiest blooms and finally made her way to her grandmother’s house.
When she arrived, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. “Grandma?” she called softly as she stepped inside.
No answer.
“Grandma, are you there?”
Little Red entered the house cautiously. The room was dimly lit, and everything felt eerily quiet. She walked toward the bedroom, her heart racing.
“Grandma, I brought you some flowers!” she announced, peeking into the room.
There, in the bed, lay the wolf, disguised as Grandma, with the covers pulled up to his chin.
“Oh, Grandma! What big eyes you have!” she exclaimed, stepping closer.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” the wolf replied, trying to sound sweet.
“And what big ears you have!” Little Red said, now feeling uneasy.
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a curious squirrel named Sammy. Sammy was not your ordinary squirrel; he was always eager to explore and discover new things. While his friends preferred to spend their days gathering nuts and playing in the trees, Sammy yearned for adventure. One bright morning, as he sat on his favorite branch munching on a breakfast of acorns, he overheard a couple of birds chattering excitedly about something intriguing.
“Have you heard about the mysterious forest?” chirped a little bluebird, flapping her wings with excitement.
“Yeah! They say it’s full of secrets and treasures!” replied a sparrow, puffing out his chest as he spoke.
Sammy’s ears perked up at the mention of the mysterious forest. “Mysterious forest? Secrets? Treasures?” he thought, feeling his excitement building. “I’ve got to check this out!” He finished his acorns in a hurry and scurried down the tree, determined to find this intriguing place.
As he made his way through the trees, he couldn’t help but think about all the treasures that awaited him. “What if I find gold? Or maybe even a hidden stash of acorns?” he mused, dreaming big. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
After a short while, Sammy arrived at the edge of the mysterious forest. It was darker and thicker than any forest he had seen before. The trees stood tall and proud, their leaves whispering secrets to one another in the gentle breeze. “Well, this is it!” he said to himself, taking a deep breath to muster up courage. “No time like the present!” With that, he stepped boldly into the shadows of the forest.
Inside, Sammy marveled at the towering trees, their trunks wide and knotted, and the chirping crickets that filled the air with a symphony of sounds. “This place is something else!” he exclaimed, feeling the thrill of adventure wash over him. The air was cool and crisp, and sunlight filtered through the branches, creating a magical atmosphere.
In a cozy little village nestled between green hills and sparkling streams, there lived a brave little mouse named Max. Max was not like any ordinary mouse; he had dreams bigger than his tiny size. He often gazed up at the towering trees and wished to explore the world beyond the village.
One sunny morning, Max decided it was the perfect day for an adventure. “Today is the day!” he squeaked excitedly to himself. “I will explore the meadow beyond the old oak tree!” With a determined heart, he set off on his tiny feet, eager to discover what lay beyond his familiar surroundings.
As he scampered through the tall grass, he marveled at the colorful flowers dancing in the breeze. “Look at all the beauty around me!” Max exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. “I can’t wait to tell my friends about this!”
Just then, he heard a rustling noise behind him. He turned to see a fluffy gray cat named Cleo, stretching lazily in the sun. Cleo was known throughout the village as the Great Big Cat, feared by all the small animals. Max’s heart raced. “Oh no! What should I do?” he thought, frozen in place.
“Why are you standing there, little mouse?” Cleo purred, her eyes glinting mischievously. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“Um, I was just... admiring the flowers!” Max stammered, trying to sound brave. “They are quite beautiful, aren’t they?” He tried to smile, but it came out as more of a nervous grin.
Cleo chuckled softly. “Beautiful flowers? Oh, please! The real beauty is in the hunt!” She prowled closer, her whiskers twitching. “Tell me, little mouse, do you think you can outrun me if I decide to chase you?”