Question

Sort the sentences in this story so that it is in proper chronological order. We waited for two hours, but no birds came. My sisters became restless. This year, my family and I drove down to the mission to see if the swallows really do come back. As we walked out to the parking lot, my sister Abby looked up. Finally my Dad said, "Let's go, they aren't coming this year." "Look at all the birds!" she exclaimed. It was indeed the swallows. After they finished, Dad and Kyle got into the car, and we drove on. Of course, it stopped raining. While we were driving, we heard a loud bang. The car had a flat tire. A large crowd of people was waiting for the swallows to arrive at the mission. We arrived at the mission at 12:30 and found a parking spot. Every March 19, the swallows return to the Mission in San Juan Capistrano, California. And to think we almost drove away and missed the swallows' return to Capistrano My dad steered the car to the shoulder on the freeway, and he and my older brother Kyle got out to change the tire. While they were changing the tire, it started to rain. Dad and Kyle got soaking wet.

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Explanation:

Rearranging the sentences in this story so that it is in proper chronological order, we have:

Every March 19, the swallows return to the Mission in San Juan Capistrano, California. This year, my family and I drove down to the mission to see if the swallows really do come back. While we were driving, we heard a loud bang. The car had a flat tire. My dad steered the car to the shoulder on the freeway, and he and my older brother Kyle got out to change the tire. While they were changing the tire, it started to rain. Dad and Kyle got soaking wet. After they finished, Dad and Kyle got into the car, and we drove on. We arrived at the mission at 12:30 and found a parking spot. A large crowd of people was waiting for the swallows to arrive at the mission. Of course, it stopped raining. We waited for two hours, but no birds came. My sisters became restless. Finally my Dad said, "Let's go, they aren't coming this year." As we walked out to the parking lot, my sister Abby looked up. "Look at all the birds!" she exclaimed. It was indeed the swallows. And to think we almost drove away and missed the swallows' return to Capistrano.

Having rearranged the story, we can easily follow the flow of the narrative.