"Where is Bob?" asked Dad. "In his room." Anna answered. She was trying to decide on the birthday gift for Dad. This year, she wanted something that couldn't{#blank#}1{#/blank#} (buy) at a store. Then she heard Bob calling her. "Just a second," she{#blank#}2{#/blank#} (reply), walking towards her brother's room. "Look!" Bob sounded close to tears (眼泪). "Toy dragon." Bob{#blank#}3{#/blank#} (real) wanted a toy dragon in the cereal (麦片) box, so he was a bit sad at finding nothing.

"Let's see what the box says, "Anna suggested. "I can't read." "You can't because you don't know how to read," she said carefully. Last year, Dad made a decision.to teach him to read, but {#blank#}4{#/blank#} result was terrible. They both gave up. Anna finished {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (read) the box. "No promise of a toy dragon," she said. "I wish you could read. So does Dad, she added. The conversation swept away Anna's worry {#blank#}6{#/blank#} a gift for Dad. "Maybe we can prepare it together." she thought.

Soon Anna had an idea—to write and read a dragon story for Dad. When she shared it with Bob, he shook his head. Anna felt disappointed. Without{#blank#}7{#/blank#} (Bob) help, there would be no present. "We'll try for ten days," She said. "Then we'll decide if it'll work." Bob counted with his fingers, saying loudly, "Just ten days."

The first day was the hardest. "I need your help, Bob," Anna said. "Just tell me{#blank#}8{#/blank#} you felt when discovering there was no dragon." "I was mad and sad." "That's it." She then printed this on the notebook: I was mad{#blank#}9{#/blank#} sad, too. Bob watched. "Which word is ' mad'?" Anna pointed. "What's next?" Anna asked. Bob was silent. "It's a story," she said. "You're the teller. If you can't do it, I will." "No! I want to tell{#blank#}10{#/blank#} (many) than today." Bob shouted. "So…that night I. "Each day, Bob told more of his dragon stary.

I'm Gina Green. I am a  1 . My favourite color is red. My telephone number is 675-3967. There are 2  numbers in it. I have a friend. His name is Frank. 3 is his favourite color. Look! His schoolbag and jacket are blue! 4  is his telephone number? It is 880-7532. Ms. Smith is his

English teacher. But my English teacher is Ms. Yu. This is my classroom. 5 the number please. S-E-V-E-N. Yes, I'm in Class Seven.

A long time ago, there lived a wise man named Zun-Nun in Egypt. A young man came to visit him and asked, "Teacher, why do you dress in1 a way? Nowadays it's necessary to dress neatly(整洁地), isn't it? Or how will people know you're really a 2 and wise man?"

Zun-Nun smiled, took a ring from his finger and said, "Young friend, I'll answer your question.3 first do one thing for me. Take this ring to the market. Can you sell it for one chip of gold?"

When the young man looked at Zun-Nun's dirty ring, he thought to 4 , "How will I sell it at that price?"

He 5 the ring to the vegetable, meat and fish traders and others in the market. But 6 was willing to pay a chip of gold.

He returned and told this to Zun- Nun. Zun-Nun said, "Now go to the gold shop and show the ring to the owner. Don't give a(n)7 , just see how much he will pay."

One hour8 , the young man was back. "Teacher, people in the market really didn't know the value of this ring. The gold shop owner 9 me 1,000 chips of gold."

Zun- Nun smiled. "That's the answer to your question, my friend, Someone can't be valued only from his 10 . The ring was a gift from the emperor," he said.

What do you think of your father? Maybe we have 1 ideas. As for me, my father always 2 me and stands by my side. He is the "VIP (very important person)" in my life. Now I want to 3 some stories between us.

When I was a kid, my father was often 4 . I spent a lot of time 5 my grandmother. At that time I could really be called a naughty (顽皮的) girl and often couldn't control (控制) 6 . I didn't know 7 my father couldn't stay at home and play with me like other children's fathers.

As time went by, I studied in a boarding (寄宿) school. One day I told my father 8 the phone that I missed my mother's 9 very much. To my surprise, when I was preparing to go to bed, one of my roommates told me that 10 was calling me. I ran out and saw that my father was there, outside of the gate of the dormitory, with a 11 box in his hand. I went 12 to him and he gave me that lunch box. He was tired by the long trip. Without 13 anything, he went away. Back to the dormitory I couldn't help 14 .

I just want to tell you that the 15 from your father may come in its own way and I really love my father.

Hi, I'm Mary Miller. Here are four photos of my family and friends.