I was living in a house with a long history in Halifax, Nova Scotia five years ago. One day one of my friends from the West Coast came out to visit me. He was1for 3 weeks so he brought a lot of bags and suitcases, and other things like a2. I told him he could sleep on the bed in the front living room.

      One morning after a late night of drinking, my friend ran into my room shouting" Fire, Fire". Without3, I jumped out of bed. The floor was4against my feet as I ran into the hallway, right behind my friend. I couldn't see the fire anywhere, 5as we ran towards the front door, I could hear the6making a loud noise all around me. It was inside the7. We ran out into the front yard and looked8at the house, seeing black smoke coming out of the9house.

      We were standing there watching the house when I looked down and10all of my friend's bags and suitcases11lined up on the front grassland, including his basketball. 12he noticed the house was on fire, he took all of them out to the grassland before coming back to13me about it. That fire had started in the basement（地下室）, and it spread up into the walls and was burning the14we were standing on. The floor and much of the house fell down not long after we came out. The firemen said we were very15.

Of course，we are not friends anymore.

    O. Henry, a famous American writer of short stories, was born in North Carolina in 1862. O. Henry was a pen name. His real name was William Sydney Porter. When he was a young boy, he did not go to school for long because of being born in a poor family, but he tried to teach himself everything he needed to know.

   When he was about 20 years old, O. Henry went to Texas. There he tried different jobs. He first worked on a newspaper, and then had a job in a bank. But he got himself into some trouble. Some money went missing from the bank. O. Henry was believed to have stolen it, so he was sent to prison(监狱). During the three years in prison, he learned to write short stories. After he got out of prison, he went to New York and went on writing.

   He wrote mostly about New York and the life of the poor there. People liked his stories, because almost all of them finished with a sudden change. This made the readers surprised.

Last weekend, the four members of my family spent an excellent holiday at the Disneyland. And one thing made our visit seem 1 . 

We got to the front of the line at Space Mountain, only to find out that our little daughter Gloria couldn't take her 2 on the ride. It was our first time to be there, so we were too 3 to remember that ice cream was not allowed on the ride. 

Gloria started 4 and we all didn't know what to do. Then Tony, one of the staff(员工) members, came over. He bent down and told Gloria that he would 5 the ice cream for her and give it back to her when she finished the ride. Gloria said, " Really?" Then she gave Tony her ice cream, and enjoyed 6 on the ride. 

Half an hour later, we 7 . And sure enough, there was Gloria's new friend 8 " her" ice cream. And we knew what had happened, 9 we knew that an ice cream couldn't last for thirty 10 without melting on a summer afternoon in Florida. Tony knew clearly 11 we would get off the ride. He went to the nearest shop and 12 a new ice cream half a minute before we walked out of the exit(出口). Gloria said, "13 . " But I was sure she didn't know it was a 14 ice cream. 

Thanks so much for giving us 15 and making our visit pleasant!