Mr John's shop sold food. Mr John and a young man worked there. The young man's name was Meachel.
Pablo came into the shop on Monday. He was a funny man. Mr John was in the office. It was behind the shop. Pablo looked at Meachel and said, "I want a small table, please."
Meachel said, "We don't sell tables in this shop. We sell food."
Pablo smiled and answered, "A small, brown table." He took a picture out of his bag and showed it to Meachel. It was a picture of a small, brown table.
Meachel put his mouth near Pablo's ear and said, "We do not have tables in this shop! Food! Not tables!"
Pablo smiled and answered, "That's good. Thank you." Then he sat down on a chair and waited.
Meachel was not happy. He went into the office and spoke to Mr John. Then he and Mr John came out again.
Mr John was angry. He looked at Pablo and said, "What do you want?"
Pablo smiled and answered, "I want a loaf of brown bread, please. Haven't you got any bread in your shop?"
Mr John said, "Yes, we have." He looked at Meachel, and then he went and got a loaf of brown bread from a big box and gave it to Pablo.