He recited the whole row:

Inside, the kingdom was chaos. Verbs were running everywhere, tangled in their own forms. A tiny woman was crying next to a broken cart.

Behruz hated studying English. Every night, his father pointed at a thin, gray PDF on the laptop screen. “Irregular Verbs: List with Uzbek Translation,” the title read.

“I… I am Behruz ,” he stammered.