There was once a lazy crow(乌鸦). He thought it was too much trouble to 1 food. “Caw! Caw!” he said. “If someone brought me my food every day, I'd be very 2!”

    One day, he saw a(n) 3 pigeon(鸽子) flying by. “How happy and well-fed it looks,” the crow said to himself. So the craw 4 the pigeon until they came to a 5. There were some other 6 there too. Before long, an old man came along and brought them a large bag of food. When the man had gone, the crow flew over to the pigeons. “Caw! Caw! ”said he. “Can I 7 you?”

    “No, you can't !” 8 the pigeons angrily. “We don't know you.”

    The crow went home feeling 9. But he suddenly had a(n) 10. “I'll paint my 11 grey, ”he said, “and then the pigeons will 12 I am one of them.” After he finished the painting, he flew off to the park and was 13 by the pigeons. The crow was so hungry that he got very excited at the food. “Caw! Caw! Give lots to me!” he said loudly. 14, the pigeons found he was a crow. They flew after him and made him 15.

    Sadly, the crow flew to his own forest. But when his old friends, the other crows saw him, they asked him to 16. They did not 17 him because of his grey-painted feathers. So the crow felt 18 than before. His own 19 did not want him, and 20 would the pigeons let him into their group.

    “What looks easier isn't always so.” the crow said to himself.”I wish I had never painted my feathers grey!”

    Then I started to notice 7 else about Amy. After lunch most of the kids got 8 from their parents, but none came for Amy.

    At 9 I used to sit on a bench at beach, 10 and looking over the lake. As I approached the benches one night, I saw Amy 11 there.

"Hey, Amy," I said, sitting 12 to her. "You see that light there, on the other 13 of water? I like looking at that light. For me it's like my dream. One 14 I'm going to do something important with my life."

The next day when the 15 was handed out, Amy's name was 16 out. She went up to get the letter. I went over and asked, "Hey, Amy, what's your secret?"

    She didn't 17. She looked at the letter, a picture of a lake with a big 18 shining on the other side of it. She looked at me, and put the 19 over her heart.

    On the last day of the camp, she gave me a big hug good bye. 20 she had dream of her own. I hope so.

    I'd been proud that I'd never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.

    We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack's 1 rang, it was my mother calling from my 2. She asked if I had 3 my mobile. I checked (检查) my purse. It was 4!

I used Jack's phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I'll call Rhys, 5 it. "I have found your phone!" he said, excitedly. "I have been trying to find you, but 6 it was getting late, I decided to leave." He gave me the address of a 7 near his home.

    Later that evening, I went to 8 him there. I didn't dare to go 9, worrying this was some cheater (骗子). So Jack came along. After 10 10 km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys 11.

My 12 were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. "How did you 13 my mum? " I asked. He 14 that when he found my mobile by roadside(路边), he started calling people in my list of contacts (联系人). But all they 15 was my mobile phone number——which didn't 16. He'd called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who 17 my house.

    I was 18 to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost forever. I was so 19 to Rhys and offered (提供) him some money, but he 20.

    As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.

    At my heaviest , I weighed 370 pounds. I had a very poor relationship with food: I used it to  1 bad feelings, to make myself feel better, and to celebrate. Worried about my health, I tried many different kinds of 2 but nothing worked. I came to believe that I could do nothing about my 3.

    When I was 50, my weight problem began to affect me 4 . I didn't want to live the rest of my life with this 5 weight any more.

    That year, I 6a seminar (研讨会)where we were asked to create a project that would touch the world. A seminar leader shared her7 story—she had not only lost 125 pounds, but also raised $25,000 for homeless children.

    8 by her story, I created the As We Heal(痊愈), the World Heals 9.My goal was to lose 150 pounds in one year and raise $50,00010a movement founded 30 years ago to end hunger. This combination of healing myself and healing the world 11 a perfect solution.

    12 I began my own personal weight program at the beginning, I was filled with the fear that I would 13 the same difficulties that beat me before. Although the14 hung over my head, there were also clear signs that I was walking toward the right 15 . I sent letters to everyone I knew, telling them about my project. It worked perfectly. Donations (捐赠)began16 in from hundreds of people. Of course, I also took some practical steps to lose weight. I got suggestions from a physician, I hired a health coach, and I began to eat small and 17meals. My project also gave me new motivation to exercise18 .

    A year later, I 19 my goal: I lost 150 pounds and raised $50,000! I feel that I've been given a second life to devote to something that is 20and enormous.

    Lucy didn't have a lot of friends. She was a bit 1. She never really wanted to be popular, but did want to have someone to2 secrets and laughs with. All through high school, 3, she didn't find a lot of comfort or companionship.

    When it came to going to college, Lucy still felt 4. She was going to be rooming with a 5 classmate and living in a town 300 miles away from home. There wouldn't be a single person she 6 in town. She had no idea how she was going to make7in this new environment.

    The first week of classes, something happened that 8 Lucy's life forever. In her English Composition class, she was asked to share a little about herself. She 9 everyone where she came from and all of the other 10 details that students share in such 11. The final question for each student was always the same: "What is your 12 for this class?" Now, most of the students said it was to get a good13, pass the class or something similar, but for some 14, Lucy said something entirely 15. She said that her goal was to make just one good friend.

    While most of the students sat in silence, one student came to Lucy and 16his hand and introduced himself. He asked if she would be his friend. The whole room was 17—all eyes focused on Lucy and the hand extended just in front of her. She 18 and reached out to take his hand and a friendship was formed. It was a friendship that 19all through college. Lucy learned the20of asking for what she wanted, being honest and taking action.

Ammaar Reshi, 28, has been fascinated by technology since he was a child. One day, when he was experimenting with an AI-powered chatbot, he began to consider how artificial intelligence could be used to create a basic children's book to give to his friends. Without ever picking up a pen and paper, he created a 12-page picture book. 

Just 72 hours later, Reshi self-published his book on Amazon's digital bookstore. The next day he got the paperback（平装书）, which was made available for free through another Amazon service called KPD. 

Reshi said he paid nothing to have the book created and published, although he has already paid for a $30-per-month Midway subscription. Impressed by the speed and results of his project, Reshi shared the experience in a Twitter thread that attracted more than 2,000 comments and 5,800 retweets（转发）. 

Reshi stated that he received great feedback（反馈）from users, who lauded his creative work at first. But the next day, the replies were negative. "There was this incredibly passionate reaction," Reshi said. "At 4 am, I was woken up by my phone ex ploding every two minutes with a new tweet saying things like ‘We hate you'. "

Reshi was taken aback by the outpouring of emotion in response to what was supposed to be a present for some friends' children. He didn't realize he had landed in the heart of a much broader argument. 

Some artists have expressed concern that AI art generators are stealing their work in response to Reshi's book. And some artists claim that their work has been used without their permission to train Al picture generators. 

"I wouldn't even call myself an author," Reshi said. "The AI is essentially the ghostwriter（代笔者）, and the other AI is the illustrator. " But he thought the process was creative.