There was once a farmer who lived near a road. It was not a1road, but from time to time, cars passed the farm.

Near the farm gate, there was a large 2 in the road. This hole was always full of water.

The drivers of the cars that passed by could not 3 how deep the hole was. They thought it was probably shallow (浅的). Then when they drove into the hole, they could not drive4because it was very deep.

The farmer did not spend much time5on his farm. He spent most of time watching the hole. When a car drove into it, he pulled the car out with his tractor (拖拉机) and demanded a lot of6 for doing this.

One day, a driver of a car said to him: “You must make a lot of money by pulling cars out of this hole7.”

“Oh, no,” the farmer said. “I don't pull cars out of the hole at night. At night I fill the hole with water.”

    Last night I was driving from Harrisburg to Lewisburg, a distance of about 80 miles. It was late, I was late, and I was driving 1.

    At one point along an open highway, I came to a crossroads with a traffic light. I was 2 on the road by now, but as I came near the light, it turned 3, and I braked to a stop. I looked left, right, and behind me. Nothing. Not a car, no suggestion of headlights, 4 there I sat, waiting for the light to 5, the only human being, for at least a mile in any 6.

    I started wondering why I 7 to run the light.  I was not afraid of being caught, because there was 8 no policeman anywhere around and there certainly would have been no 9 in going through it.

    Much later that 10, after I'd met with a group in Lewisburg and had climbed into bed near midnight, the question of why I'd stopped for that light 11 me. I think I stopped 12 it's part of a contract (契约) we all have with each other. It's not only the law, but it's an agreement we have, and we trust each other to follow 13: we don't go through red lights.

    We do 14 we say we'll do. We show up when we say we'll show up.

    I was so 15 of myself for stopping for that red light. And as no one would ever have known what a good person I was on the road from Harrisburg to Lewisburg, I had to tell someone.

    Stealing? Maybe, but in our 1  minds we were just enjoying nature's gift.

    As teenage boys, we were not thinking about whose the strawberries were. We 2knew the Jordan family had the best strawberries in the neighborhood.

    So on a Friday3 , we secretly went into the Jordans' backyard and started picking their sweet strawberries. We thought there was 4 that tasted better than the fresh strawberries. 5 we were enjoying the delicious strawberries, suddenly the Jordans' backyard 6  came on. It was terribly bright, so we hurried to cover our faces with hands. Then we saw 7 ran outside.

    “What are you boys doing out here?” he shouted 8  as my friends ran off in all directions. They were so9  that the older gentleman couldn't catch them. And at once all the boys ran away into the dark, except 10 .

    Mr. Jordan shouted at me as he ran after me all the way to my house, which my mother was in. My mother said11  over and over again. I felt so embarrassed (尴尬的). My friends said they could hear 12  she said to Mr. Jordan from our backyard. My friends laughed at me about it for days later.

    I was down and complained (抱怨) to my father. After hearing that, he said, “I don't think it's unfair at all. You took strawberries without 13 , and you got exactly the punishment you should have.”

    “But what about the other guys?” I asked. “They weren' t 14 at all!”

    “That should not be what you are thinking about,” said Dad. “You can't 15  what happens to other people, but you can do your own job well. You made a bad choice that night, and you were punished for it. ” That sounds completely fair to me.

    One day, a lady on a carriage saw a young man walking on the rocky road.1 the young man didn't wear shoes and it seemed that there was 2 wrong with his feet.

    She asked the driver3him up, and said she would pay4 him. Then she asked the young man 5. He said he was going for the nearest sea-port, to offer himself as a sailor.

    Twenty years 6 on the same road, a sea-captain 7 was on a carriage saw an old lady walking along, and he made the driver stop his horses. He pulled up8old lady, saying, “I'll pay the money.”

    After 9 on the carriage, the old lady thanked the captain, “for,” said she, “I am10 poor to pay for a ride now.” The captain said, “I remember, twenty years ago when I was a poor man, near this very place, I 11 a ride on a carriage along the road by a kind lady.” “Ah,” she was 12“I am that lady! But things13with me since then.” “Well”, said the captain, “I have made some money, and have come home to enjoy it. I 14you twenty-five pounds a year if you accept my offer.” The  old lady's eyes were full of tears, and 15accepted the sailor's offer.

    One hot afternoon, a poor farmer was digging his field. Suddenly, his spade (铲) hit something. It was a big metal1which was big enough to boil rice for more than one hundred people. "It does not seem to be of any use to me. I will dig2. Maybe I will find something else," thought the farmer. He3to dig.

    Feeling tired, he threw the spade into the pot and sat under a tree to4. When he got up to leave, he could not5his eyes. There were one hundred spades in the pot. What a6pot!

    After that, he put a7into the pot. Then he found one hundred mangoes in the pot.8 that pot, he became a rich man. The King came to know of the pot,9he was very greedy (贪婪的). “I want to find out the10of the magical pot. If it is valuable, it should be11, " the King thought. So, at once, he ordered his men to bring the farmer and his pot.

    The King12the pot and did not know what to do. He thought, "Let me see what is inside this pot that makes this pot so magical?" He slipped (滑) and13inside the pot. After climbing up out of the magical pot, he was14to find that there were one hundred Kings.

    All the Kings then15among themselves and died. This magical pot has killed the King himself!

    John worked in an office in a small town. One day his boss1him, "John, I want you to go to London, and to2Mr. Black. Here's the address. His office is near the station. "

    John went to London3train. He left the station and thought, "The office isn't 4the station. I'll find it5. "

    But after an hour he was still looking for it, so he stopped and asked an old woman. She said, "Just go along this street, and turn left6the end, and it's the  7building on the right. " John went and found it.

    8days later, John went to the same city,9again he couldn't find the office, so he asked someone the way. It was10old woman! She was very surprised and said, "Are you still looking for that place?"