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Sorting the sentences in chronological order in the story:
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. Of course, it stopped raining.
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.
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.
Explanation:
This story gives an insight about people's expectancy of the return of the swallows in San Juan Capistrano, California every March 19.
The celebration of the Return of the swallows began centuries ago when it was observed that the swallows returned every year on or about St. Joseph's Day on the church calendar, March 19.
Then in October 23, the swallows head back into their wintering grounds in Argentina and still return to San Juan by March 19.
Answer: 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. Of course, it stopped raining.
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.
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
Explanation: I remember this question from long ago and this was the answer
