One day, a woman walked into a pet store. She wanted to buy a bird {#blank#}1{#/blank#} her Thanksgiving Day party. The guy said, "We only have one parrot, but it talks…" The woman said happily, "I just want a talking bird. {#blank#}2{#/blank#} great it will be!"

    The lady bought it at a low price. After she went back home, she put the bird on her table and {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (walk) out of the room. But as soon as she went into the kitchen, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} bird started to speak dirty words as loudly as it could. The woman walked back into the room and thought {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (careful). "I can't have this parrot at my party!" So she took the bird away and put it in the fridge.

    A few {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (hour) later, while the woman was eating cheese, she remembered that {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (she) parrot was still in the fridge. Quickly, she opened the door {#blank#}8{#/blank#} found it was shivering (发抖). She said to the bird, "I {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (keep) you out of here if you don't use that language again. Do you agree with me?" The bird nodded and asked in a much {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (polite) way than before, "Can I just ask a quick question?" Then the bird pointed at the frozen (冻僵的) turkey behind him and asked. "What did he do?"

    Chinese people have been celebrating Mid-autumn Festival and enjoying mooncakes 1 centuries, Mooncakes carry people's2to the families they love and miss.

    There are many traditional folk stories about the 3Festival .Among them, the story of the Chang'e is the 4touching.

    Chang'e was Hou Yi's beautiful 5. Hou Yi shot down the nine suns. He got magic medicine 6a goddess. She gave him medicine 7she wanted to thank him for 8he did. The medicine could make people 9forever.

    However, a bad man, Pang Meng, tried to 10the medicine. Chang'e refused 11give it to him and took it all. After taking the 12, she became very light and 13to the moon.

    Hou Yi was so 14that he called out her name to the moon every night, He wished that Chang'e could come back.

    After this, people started the tradition of 15the moon and sharing mooncakes with their families.

    Each of us makes mistakes from time to time. In fact, we can 1 a lot from our mistakes.

    Donnie was a 2student and he never answered questions in class. He was afraid 3making mistakes. He never finished his homework4 he didn't want to make any mistakes. Nothing changed 5Mary, a teacher, came to our 6.

    One morning, Donnie was asked to 7some questions. After a while, he was in tears because he made a mistake. 8Mary got a box filled with erasers from the desk.

    "Look, Donnie," she said standing beside 9. "I have something to show you." She10the erasers, one at a time, and put them on the desk.

    "See these erasers, Donnie?" she said. "do you know 11these erasers become smaller and smaller? That's because we make mistakes. But we erase(擦掉) the mistakes and try 12. That's what you must learn."

    "Here," she said," I'll13one eraser on your desk, so you'll remember that 14may make mistakes." Donnie looked at Mary and smiled.

Donnie15a lot from then on. He knew that everyone might make mistakes. He should learn from them and tried again.

    My uncle John used to live in a beautiful little house by the sea in Atlantic City. I say he "used to" live there 1 he doesn't live there any more. He was killed two years ago. He2living there before he died. He had $60 million in the bank.

    After Uncle John's death, I came to stay in his house for a while. I had been there for two days when I3a message on the screen of the old computer. I was very surprised, because I thought the computer had been4.he message said, "You have new5!" When I read it, I thought it looked like the6of a novel. "This looks interesting." I thought, "It must be7one of Uncle John's friends." I decided I should make an answer to the e-mail to tell him or her that Uncle John was8. However, the computer would not let me9.

    Every day for the next three weeks, more e-mails kept arriving. I printed10of all of them. The story was about Jane Winterbourne, a young writer working on her first novel. She sent her novel to Jack Tanner, an old writer and asked him to11her to publish it. However, he cheated her, and published the novel himself-pretending that he had12it. The novel was very13. Tanner made a lot of money, and bought himself a house by the sea in Atlantic City. It was then that I realized that "Jack Tanner" and "Jane Winterbourne" were14names. "Jack" was15 to be Uncle John.

    I took the bus to work for many years. No one 1 each other; the passengers all sat there sleepily in the morning. The bus was cheerless and silent.

    One of the 2 was a small old man with grey hair. He took the bus to the center for senior citizens (老年人) every morning. Nobody ever paid much attention to him.

    One July morning he said good morning to the driver and 3. The driver nodded guardedly (带着戒心地). The rest of us were 4.

    The next day, the old man boarded with a big smile again and said in a 5 voice: "And a very good morning to you all!" Some of us 6, amazed, and murmured (小声嘀咕) "Good morning, " in reply. We gradually began to nod and talk to each other.

    One morning he was 7 a nice suit and tie. He even had a bunch of 8 in his hand. The driver turned around smilingly and asked: "Have you got yourself a girlfriend, Charlie?" We never got to know if that was his name, 9 he nodded his head shyly and said yes. The other passengers clapped (拍手叫好) at him. Every morning after that Charlie 10 flowers. Some passengers also brought flowers for him. The bus became a happy place.

    Then, one morning, as autumn was closing in, Charlie wasn't 11 at the stop. When we came 12 to the center for senior citizens, one of the passengers asked the driver to wait. He went in to 13 "Charlie".

    The old gentleman was 14, but one of his close friends had died at the weekend. The next Monday Charlie was at the stop as usual. His hair had turned greyer. We were silent as he walked onto the bus. No one 15 his friend, but we each handed him a bunch of flowers. We wanted to be there for this man who brought us together that summer.

I'm Brain. I 1 a good friend. His name is Jack. He 2 from Canada. He likes brown best (最). What 3 Jack look like? He 4 cool. His eyes are big and blue. He has short, 5 hair, and it's his favourite colour. Jack is 6. He is just 1.4 metres tall. Jack likes to tell 7 stories (故事) and I like him very much. But I feel 8 today, because (因为) he feels9. I take him to 10 a doctor.