Dad pushed his finger into my basket. “What's that?”he asked. “Mew, ”said the basket.

    Dad suddenly pulled his hand away. “Oh no,” he said. “Not a cat. No way. ”

    I pulled Checkers from the basket. “It's not a cat. It's a kitten. Can I keep him? Please?”

    Dad frowned for a minute, thinking. Then he rubbed Checkers under the chin(下巴). “You'll have to take good care of him. ”

    I hugged Checkers. “I will, “I promised, he won't be any trouble at all.” And Checkers wasn't—until he grew into a cat. He wanted to be the first one in the house- and the first one out of the house. Sometimes he blocked dad in the way. “That cat!”Dad complained. Checkers climbed onto our roof. He had no trouble getting down. Usually he aimed for Dad. “That cat!” Dad yelled. Checkers flushed the toilet and watched the water circle away. “That cat!”Dad was almost mad. Checkers hid in strange places. He liked to surprise people.

    One day he hid under the couch(睡椅). Dad walked by with a glass of orange juice. Checkers jumped out. He curled around Dad's ankle and attacked Dad's toes. Orange juice spilt all over the floor. Dad yelled and put Checkers outside. “Get out of my way, cat!” he said angrily. And he slammed the door.

    Dad washed the injured toes and peeled open a bandage. He wrapped it around his big toe, and then he opened four more for his ankle.

    I watched from the window. Checkers looked frustrated as he walked down the road.

    “I'm sorry Checkers scratched you, ”I said. “He was just playing. He didn't mean to hurt you.”

    “Don't worry, ”said Dad. “That cat will be back. ”

    After supper I called for Checkers. But Checkers didn't come. Nighttime came. I called and called. I knocked his food dish with a spoon loudly. But still no Checkers. I left the porch light on. But the next morning Checkers still wasn't there.

    I carried a picture of Checkers to all the neighbors. I drew posters and hung them all over. But nobody found Checkers.

    Days went by. Life wasn't the same without that cat. I was angry with Dad. I didn't think he missed Checkers at all.

    Then one night the phone rang.

    Dad nodded, his face turning red.

注意：1.所续写的短文词数应为150左右；2.应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；3.续写部分分为二段，每段的开头语已经为你写好；4.续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。

    In the busy city of New York, such an amazing thing ever happened. On a cold Friday night, a poor artist stood at the gate of the subway station, playing his violin. The young violinist was a student at an Arts College named Joseph, who did so every day in order to earn his tuition fees. He planned to attend advanced studies in Vienna and had booked the flight the next morning. Though the music was great, people were quickly going home for the weekend. Joseph was playing his last chapter when a middle _aged man looking pretty excited slowed down his pace and put 50 dollars into the hat, for which Joseph was grateful.

    The next night, the young artist came to the gate of the subway station as usual, and put his hat on the ground gracefully. Different from the day before, he took out a large piece of paper and laid it on the ground and put some stones on it. Then he began playing the violin.

    Before long, the young artist was surrounded with many passers—by, who were all attracted by the words on that paper. It said, "Last night, a gentleman named George Sang put an unexpected thing into my hat by mistake. Please come to claim it as soon as possible."

    It caused a great excitement and curiosity. They were dying to know what the unexpected thing could be. After about half an hour, a middle aged man ran there in a hurry and rushed through the crowd to the violinist and grabbed his shoulders and said. Yes, it's you. You did come here. I knew that you are an honest man and would certainly come here."

    The young violinist asked calmly,"Are you Mr George Sang?"

    The man nodded .The violinist asked, "Did you lose something?"

    "Lottery. It's lottery," replied the man.

    The violinist took out a lottery ticket on which George Sang's name was seen.。"Is it?" he asked.

    George nodded promptly and seized the lottery ticket and kissed it, and then he danced with Joseph.

注意：

1）所续写短文词数应为150左右

2）应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语

3）续写部分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；

4）续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词。

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    The story turned out to be this: George Sang is an ordinary office clerk.

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    This was the scene just now. Out of curiosity, some passers by asked Joseph

    I watched from a distance as the homeless man quarreled with those who did not leave money for him – the majority.

    I walked up to him and right on queue he asked me for a quarter. "I'll give you a quarter if you tell me your story." He laughed, "You'll give me a quarter for my story?" I lay the quarter in front of him and corrected myself – "Nah, here's the quarter but it would be nice to hear your story." I followed his eyes to the quarter and for a brief moment I saw a bright reflection. I sat down next to him and waited.

    "I was in the army," he said. "I was a sniper(狙击手)and was supposed to shoot down the enemy from the distance." I listened carefully to his rough voice as he went deeper into the story.  He told me how he used to hunt with his family and was really good at it. He had his own way of respecting animals by not wasting what he killed for food and not killing more than he needed. When the army came knocking on his door, he felt pride and joined up. All those years of polishing his hunting skills could now serve a larger purpose—to defend us from the bad guys. He set out to fight in Iraq.

    It wasn't long before he realized his ideals and expectations were just a shadow of the truth. "I was a sniper but I never really killed anyone innocent," he said. "One day I had to do it. They asked me to shoot this lady from the distance. I saw kids near that lady and my hands were on the trigger (扳机). Man, I was tearing up ... I couldn't do it."

注意：

1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；

2）应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；

3）续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；

4）续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语。

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"She wasn't doing anything to anyone and she was with the kids.

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    The story goes on as he describes eventually being put into prison for 180 days for refusing to follow orders.

阅读下面短文，根据所给情节进行续写，使之构成一个完整的故事。

    Last year at Christmas time, my wife, three children and I were on our way from Paris to Nice. Somehow everything went wrong. Our hotels were "tourist traps" and our rented car broke down. On Christmas Eve, when we checked into a dirty hotel in Nice, there was no Christmas spirit in our hearts.

    It was raining and cold when we went out to eat. We found a small restaurant poorly decorated for the holiday. Only five tables in the restaurant were taken. There were two German couples, two French families, and an American sailor, by himself. They were eating in stony silence except the sailor. He was writing a letter, and a half-smile lighted his face. In the corner a piano player was listlessly (无精打采地) playing Christmas music.

    All of us were interrupted by an old French flower woman through the front door. She had a worn overcoat and her old shoes were wet. Carrying her basket of flowers, she went from one table to another. No one bought any. Exhausted and frustrated, she sat down at a table.

    The sailor finished his meal and got up to leave. Putting on his coat, he walked over to the flower woman's table.

    "Merry Christmas," he said, smiling and picking out a handful of flowers. "How much are they?"

    "Two francs, sir."

    The sailor put a twenty franc note in the woman's hand.

    "I don't have change, sir," she said. "I'll get some from the waiter."

    "No, ma'am," said the sailor, leaning over and kissing the ancient cheek. "This is my Christmas present for you."

注意：1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；

2）应使用5个以上短文中标有下划线的关键词语；

3）续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好；

4）续写完成后，请用下划线标出你所使用的关键词语．

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    Then the sailor headed for our table with the flowers in his hand.

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    The piano player came alive and pleasant music filled the whole room.

Polly, my stepmom, suggested the sweetest name to our pet dog: Mercy. We don't know why she gave the strange name. We soon learned it was just what this new dog would need.

My parents' bad tempered dog would jump out of bed and go-go-go all day long. So when they brought home a Christmas tree, they expected everything would be out of order. However, to their astonishment, Mercy didn't seem to take any care. She paid zero attention to the tree which suddenly grew in her living room. Nor did she react to the fancy presents under it, including a wrapped box of Milk-Bones.

Dad and Polly were quite careful; they'd never had a dog that didn't force them to move everything to higher ground as if they were expecting a flood. But Mercy seemed to take no notice. He didn't take any glance at it at all.

A few days before Christmas, Polly awoke early in the morning as usual. She passed the dusty living room and then stopped in surprise. Glancing back into the room, she saw that every last present was gone. Only the tree was still there.

Had they been robbed? Why hadn't Mercy barked? Where was she? Had the robbers taken her away? Polly noticed scrap of ribbon (丝带) on the floor, then bit of torn wrapping paper few feet away, some lights beyond that. The clues all made a mark leading toward the back door.

Polly put on the switch, bathing the backyard in light. The perpetrator's (肇事者)head lifted and froze. Alarm and guilt made her eyes wide. Oh, yes, it was Mercy.

She lay under her favorite tree in soft nest of shredde (碎片) wrapping paper, chewed-up boxes, and curling (缠绕) bits of ribbon. Presents, unpacked from their packages, were spread over everywhere. Beautifully wrapped boxes had gaping holes. Pieces of paper were mixed with the last remaining evidence of gifts. All the gift tags (标签) that could have been used as thank-you cards were destroyed.

Clearly Mercy's self-control had failed.

……

As for Thank-you cards, Mercy provided the answer.

Jack took a long look at his speedometer (车速表) before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a man get caught so often?

The policeman was stepping out of his car, the big pad in his hand.

Bob? Bob from church? Jack sank farther into his coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A policeman catching a man from his own church. A man who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office.

Jumping out of the car, he approached the man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform. "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this." "Hello, Jack." No smile. "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids." "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit — just this once." Jack toed at a stone on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our neighborhood." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction.

"What did you clock me at?" "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?" "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was merely 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car." Anxious, Jack ducked through the still-open door. Banging the door, he stared at the dashboard (仪表盘). The minutes ticked by. Bob wrote something on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this policeman again.

注意：

1）续写词数应为 150 左右；

2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。

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Bob tapped on the door, with a folded sheet of paper in his hand.

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Having read the "ticket", Jack jumped out of his car to find Bob.