I was on my way to the Taiyetos Mountains. The sun was setting     my car broke down near a remote village. Cursing my  (fortune), I was wondering where I was going to spend the night when I realized that the villagers who had gathered around me   (argue) as to who should have the honour of receiving me     a guest in their house. Finally, I accepted the offer of     80-year-old peasant woman who lived alone in a little house. While she was getting me settled into a tiny but clean room, the head of the village was tying up his horse     my car to pull it to a small town some 20 kilometers away   there was a garage.
I had noticed three hens     (run) free in my hostess’ courtyard and that night one of them ended up in a dish on my table. Other villagers brought me goat’s cheese and honey. We drank together and talked    (merry) till far into the night.
When the time came for me to say goodbye to my friends in the village, I wanted to reward the old woman for the trouble I    (cause) her. But she refused.