Our teacher asked us what our favorite animal was, and I said," Fried chicken. "She said I wasn't funny, but she wasn't 1, because everyone else in the class laughed.

    My parents told me to always be truthful and honest, and I am. Fried chicken is my favorite2. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a(n) 3of PETA. He said they loved animals very much. I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. 4, nay teacher sent me to the principal's office(校长室).I told him what happened, and he 5, too. Then he told me not to do it again.

    The next day in class my teacher asked me what nay favorite live animal was. I told her it was chicken. She asked me 6 , just like she'd asked the other children. I told her it was because people could 7  them into fried chicken. She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again. I don't 8. My parents taught me to be honest, 9 my teacher doesn't like it when I am.

    Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what famous person 10 like (s) most.

    I told her, "Colonel Sanders (肯德基创始人).

    Guess where I am now?

    Once an Arab was traveling in the desert. When the sun went down in the west, he stopped and1his tent, made a fire and had a simple meal. When night fell, he2down to sleep.

    He had already fallen asleep when he felt a soft3on his elbow. He woke up to find that his camel had put his head inside the tent. The camel said," Would you please let me4my head in the tent to get warm. It's so cold outside. I won't take up too much5."

    The Arab was a kind-hearted man. "All right, do as you6,"he said. Then he turned on his side and back to sleep.

    It wasn't long7he felt a push on his shoulder. It was the camel again. "Dear master," the camel said," my head is quite warm now, but my neck is still cold. Do you mind8I keep it inside the tent, too?"

    "No, not at all," the man said. But this time he felt a bit9, as the camel had such a long neck. No sooner had he closed his eyes10he got a harder push in his side. This time the camel said, "Will you please allow me to bring my front legs inside and warm them up a little?"

    The Arab11over to one side of the tent. He made himself as small as he could. It wasn't12comfortable, and sleep was now out of the question.

    Soon after that the camel gave him a rough push and said, "The tent is too small for the two of us.13, my two back legs are still left in the cold. It is only14that you should leave the whole tent to me."

    And with that，the camel15the poor man out.

    A businessman, who was very fond of music, was asked by a poor woman to give her some help. Her husband, a great1, who was talented in music, had died, and left her very poor indeed.

    The businessman saw that the woman and her2, who was with her, were in great sadness. He looked with pity into their pale faces, and3that their sad story was true.

    "How much do you want, my good woman?" said the businessman.

    "4dollars will save us, " said the poor woman. With some hesitation（迟疑）. The businessman sat down at his desk, took a piece of paper, wrote a few lines on5, and gave it to the woman with the words," Take it to the6you see on the other side of the street."

    The grateful woman and her daughter, without stopping to read the note, ran to the bank 7. The banker at once counted out8 dollars instead of five. And then he passed them to the woman.

    She was9 when she saw so much money. "Sir, there is a mistake here," she said. "You have given me fifty dollars,10I asked for only five."

    The banker11the note once more, and said, "The check calls for fifty dollars."

    "It is a mistake-indeed it is," said the woman.

    The banker then asked her to wait for a few12, while he went to see the businessman who gave her the13.

    "Yes," said the businessman, since he had heard the banker's story," I did make a14.I wrote fifty instead of five hundred. Give the poor woman five hundred dollars, because she is such a(an)15woman that she should get even more." At that time, the banker understood why the woman could get much more than she asked for.

    It used to be our custom to take handmade baskets to friends on May Day. We would1baskets on a doorstep, knock on the door, and then run away as2as possible. It was funny to hide in a bush（灌木丛）and watch our friends open the doors and pick up the colorful gift, 3who had left it out for them.

    I clearly4the May Day of the year when I turned ten. I had a dearest friend, Pam. We had studied and5together nearly every day. However, things6after a new family moved into our small town. Pam was spending more and more time at their house and I felt7and left out.

    When my mother asked me8 I was going to take a May Day basket to Pam's house, I replied9, "Certainly not! I hate Pam. "And then I began to cry.

Mom wiped（抹去） away my tears and told me that things and people change. She explained, "One of the greatest things friends can do is to give each other a10to grow, to change and to develop. It's acceptable for 11 friends to spend time with other people."

    I finally decided to give Pam a basket as a sign of forgiveness（原谅）, and asked my sister to help me do it.12we watched from our hiding place, Pam picked up the basket and said loudly enough for us to hear, "Thank you, Susie, I hoped you wouldn't13me!"

    That day, I made a14that changed my life：I decided to hold my friends tightly in my heart, allowing them 15 to grow and to change-with or without me.

    Mike is five years old. One day, he went to an evening party with his parents. He was very happy to see others singing and 1 in the party. He saw a piece of cake. It was like a bear. He went to it and stood there and looked for a while. When he turned around, he couldn't find his 2. He was very afraid.3 he began to cry. When Mrs. Green hears his cry, 4 came over. "Can I5 you, my little boy?" Mrs. Green asked him kindly. But Mike didn't6 her. He still cried, Mrs. Green asked again, "What's your name? Where do you live? Tell me your name and your address." The boys still didn't say a word. At this time, Mike's mother ran to him, "My dear boy! I finally 7you!" Mrs. Green spoke to the mother, "Your son is very lovely. But I am 8 that he can't speak." 9! You are wrong." Mike cried "I can speak. But mother says little 10 can't speak to strangers."