As a teacher in New Zealand, I'd sometimes ask my children to retell a familiar story as a fortunately/unfortunately story. Here's an example of what I mean.
Fortunately the first little pig built himself a lovely house of straw.
Unfortunately the big bad wolf came along.
Fortunately the little pig just had time to rush in and lock the door.
You get the idea? Well I’ve a story to tell about the four weeks I’ve just spent in New Zealand overseeing the start of earthquake repairs on our Christchurch home, and I’m going to tell it in a similar way.