Henry was an office{#blank#}1{#/blank#}(work) in a big city. He worked very hard and enjoyed traveling in his holidays.

    He usually went to the seaside, but one year he saw{#blank#}2{#/blank#}advertisement in a newspaper. “Enjoy country life. Spend a few weeks at West Hill Farm. Good food, Fresh air, Horse riding, Walking, Fishing, cheap and interesting.” “This {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(sound) a good idea,” he thought. “I'll spend a month at West Hill Farm. I think I can enjoy horse riding, walking and fishing. They'll make a change from {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(sit) by the seaside and swimming.”

    He wrote to the farmer. In the letter he said that he would like to spend all of July there. Then on the first day of July, he left {#blank#}5{#/blank#}West Hill Farm.

But four days later, he returned home.

    “What was wrong {#blank#}6{#/blank#}West Hill Farm?” his best friend, Ed, asked him.

    “Didn't you enjoy country life?” “Country life was very good,” Henry said.

    “But there was another problem.”

    “Oh. What?”

    “Well,” he said, “the first day I was there a sheep died, and we had roast mutton for dinner.”

    “What's wrong with that?” Ed asked. “Fresh meat is the best.”

    “I know, but on the{#blank#}7{#/blank#}(two) day a cow died, and we had roast beef for dinner.”

    “How {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(luck) you are!”

    “You don't understand,” Henry said. “On the third day a pig died and we had roast pork for dinner.”

    “A different meat every day,” Ed said{#blank#}9{#/blank#}(loud), “and what are you complaining!”

    “Let me finish,” Henry said. “on the fourth day the farmer{#blank#}10{#/blank#}(dead), and I didn't dare (敢) stay for dinner!”