One cold and dark midnight, a young little girl, called Nannan, woke up to pass water (撒尿 ). She by {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(her) got up and down her bed, walked to the bedroom door and opened it. She looked outside and walked b{#blank#}2{#/blank#} quickly, for it was so dark in the hall that she feared. Her mother said, "Don't be {#blank#}3{#/blank#}/a'freid/, honey. Take courage!" "What's courage?" she asked, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (run) to her mother's bed. "Courage is the brave breath." her mother answered.

    The girl held out her little hands, saying, "Mum, blow some of your breath of courage to me." After her mother blew out two {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (mouthful) of breath into her cold hands, the little girl clenched her fists(握拳) {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(nervous), worried that the "breath of courage" would run {#blank#}7{#/blank#}.Then with her fists clenched, she walked out of the bedroom 68. {#blank#}8{#/blank#}/tə'wɔ:dz/ the bathroom without fear.

Her mother said to herself, "It will be nice 69.i{#blank#}9{#/blank#}someone can blow some kind of ‘breath' to me. Then I can hold it in my hands whenever I feel terrified or lost."

    {#blank#}10{#/blank#} fact, mostly, what we are terrified of is nothing but the fear in our mind. Who we should defeat(战胜) is nobody but ourselves.