Mike is a factory worker. He works long hours every day. He is often very 1 after a day's work. His wife, Jenny, has no 2, so she stays at home to cook the meals. Every day he can have his dinner when he 3 home from his factory.

    One day, Mike came home very 4 because he was very busy in the factory. He was very 5 when he got home.

    He was not 6 when he found his dinner was not ready. He was very angry with his wife. He 7 at her, “I'm going out to eat in a 8.”

    “9 for five minutes," said his wife.

    "Why? Do you think that dinner will be ready in five minutes?" asked Mike.

    "Of course not," she answered. "But I 10 be ready to go with you in five minutes."

    One day, a farmer took a bag of wheat to town. He didn't know what 1 when the bag fell off his horse. The bag was 2 heavy for him to lift. He hoped that 3 would come and help him.

    Before long a man came over. But the farmer was 4 when he saw the man, because he was the famous judge(法官) in "town. The farmer was afraid to ask him for 5.

    As soon as he came up to the farmer, the judge 6 his horse and said," You need my help, don't you? Let me help you." Then he took one end of the bag, and the farmer took 7. They 8 the bag of wheat onto the horse.

    "Sir," asked the farmer, "how can I 9 you?"

    "Well," the judge replied, " 10 you see anyone in need of help, do the same for him."

    Mr．and Mrs．Black want to go to Beijing．But their dog Bobby1go there with them.So they2him in a pet shop．

    Mr．and Mrs．Black get back home3Beijing very late at night on Sunday,4they leave Bobby at shop.On Monday morning，Mr.Black5dog back in his car．When he gets home，he says to his wife，“Bobby is barking(吠叫)all the time．I think he wants to6me something．Doesn't he like the7or doesn't he feel well?”

    Mrs．Black8 the dog carefully(仔细地)and then says.“You're9 ． He wants to tell you something．He wants to tell10that he isn't Bobby．”

    Washington was the first president of the United States. He was very1even when he was still a 12-year-old boy.

    Once a thief 2 some money from Uncle Post, Washington's neighbor. The door of the house was not broken, and things in the room were in good order. Washington 3 that the thief must have been one of the villagers.

    That evening at the villagers' meeting he said, “We don't know who stole the money 4.

    God does. God sends his wasp（黄蜂）to tell good from 5 Every night the wasp flies 6 us but few people notice it.” Then, all of a sudden Washington waved his band and cried out, “Look! The wasp has landed on the thief's7 It is going to sting（叮咬）!”

    Everybody turned to 8 the thief. But soon the noise died down. All eyes were 9 on a man who was trying hard to drive the “Wasp” off his hat.

    “Now we know10 stole the money,” Washington said with a smile.

    Jennifer was sitting on the bench. "It's getting1," she thought. "I should go home." She wanted to know her parents reactions(反应)when she2home after the three days she was missing. It was really dark when she finally got to home's front door. It was3as usual. 4looked after the outside garden for5days. It was so strange because her father usually worked hard to keep everything6and tidy. She couldn't understand what was going on. She walked into the7. First, she went into the kitchen8she saw a note written by her father. He said, "Dear Ellen, here is some coffee I am looking for her out." Ellen was her mother, but9was she? She went to her parents' room She saw her there. Her10 was lying on the bed and was sleeping. Her face looked so11as if she wasn't asleep for days. Jennifer wanted to wake her up. However, she looked too tired, 12Jennifer just fell asleep beside her.

    When Jennifer 13, something was different：She wasn't in her mother's room and she wasn't14the old clothes she rail away in. She was oil her own bed. It felt so good being back home Suddenly she15a voice, "Are you feeling better now, deal? You know you made us all very, very afraid. "

    When I was in the seventh grade, I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer at a local hospital in my town. Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any1, and nobody seemed to care about his condition. I spent many days there     holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he replied to me with only a very 2moving of his fingers. Mr. Gillespie was still in a coma(昏迷).

    I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I 3 back, Mr. Gillespie had gone. I didn't have the courage to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died.

    Several years passed. One day, when I was at the gas station, I noticed a familiar face. When I realized who it was, my eyes filled with 4. He was alive! I asked him if his name was Mr. Gillespie, and if he had been in a coma about five years ago. With a(an) 5 look on his face, he replied, "Yes". I explained how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital. With tears in his eyes, he gave me the warmest hug (拥抱)I had ever 6.

    He began to tell me how, as he lay there in a coma, he could 7 me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. He thought it was an angel, not a person, who was there with him. Mr. Gillespie firmly 8 that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive.

    Then he told me what happened to him to put him in the coma. We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug, said good-bye and went our separate 9ways.

    Although I haven't seen him since then, he fills my heart with joy every day. I know that I made a difference between his life and his death. More 10, I will never forget him and what he did for me: he made me an angel.