阅读下面短文，掌握其大意，然后从A、B、C、D四个选项中选出可以填入空白处的最佳答案。

    Ronny looked like every other kid in the classroom where I volunteered as the Reading Mom. However, he had a speech problem so he couldn't 1 like other kids in his grade.

     I worked with all the students in Ronny's class one by one to improve their reading skills. On the days when it was Ronny's 2, I'd give him a silent smile, that's why he sat very close to me and opened the book as if he was opening a treasure that 3 had ever seen.

    I watched his fingers move 4 under each letter as he struggled* to read out. Every time he 5 to read a word with a strange pronunciation, the biggest smile would spread across his face and his 6 would shine with pride, which broke my heart each and every time.

    A few weeks 7 the school year ended, I held an awards ceremony*. I presented Ronny with a book written by 8. A few days later, I returned to the school to visit. I 9 Ronny on a chair near the playground, the book open in his lap. His head teacher said, “ He hasn't 10 that book since you gave it to him. Do you know that's his first book he's ever actually owned?”

    Deeply moved, I walked 11 Ronny, placed my hand on his shoulder and asked, “Will you read me your book, Ronny?” For the next few minutes, he read to me more 12 than I'd ever thought possible from him. The pages were already dog-eared, like the book had been read 13 times already. When he finished reading, Ronny closed his book and said with great satisfaction, “ 14 good book!"

    At that moment,as a writer, I knew I would get 15 about my own writing and do what that writer had done, and probably still does — care enough to write a story that changes a child's life, care enough to make a difference.

    As the first report of the accident came in, Burton was sitting in his office on tile top floor of the building, Immediately, realizing the seriousness of the whole incident, he moved to a ground floor room with a small waiting-room to look into the matter himself, leaving his second in-command to take over all other cases.

    He interviewed the first witness almost at once, making sure that every thing was done that could be done to put him at his ease. However, the witness was obviously nervous and Burton took great pains to go over what he said thoroughly, choosing and checking each word carefully and taking the man's statement down himself. The witness had called the police, and he'd waited until the ambulances began to arrive then. When the first police car arrived on the scene, he'd been asked to report to the station which was what he had done.

    Burton explained that regrettably it would be necessary for him to go to court because of the serious nature of the disaster. More he could not say at present. He'd be grateful if the man could keep in touch with the police.

    When he had gone, Burton put his head in his hands and considered before asking for the next witness. The man couldn't be regarded as a hundred percent witness because he had been behind a wall when the explosion occurred. But in spite of his nerves, Burton had the impression that he was reliable, not afraid of incriminating himself to it and a fairly accurate observer.

    Well, there would be other accounts and no doubt all these would be slotted into place like a jigsaw and the whole picture would become clear. He raised his bead and pressed the buzzer on his desk.

    "Next witness, please." he said.

    Mozart was born on January 27, 1756 and died on December 5, 1791. When he was three, he often had music lessons with his elder sister. His father took him through many different countries, where he played music for lots of people.

    But some people didn't believe a little boy could write such beautiful music. They asked him to stay in a room all by himself for a week and somebody watched the room all the time. In a week, he finished a new piece of music. After that, people believed that he could write beautiful music.

    Mozart died when he was still a young man. During his short life he studied music, taught music, played music and wrote music. Even by working so hard, he couldn't make much money. Often he had to borrow(借入) money from his friends. But his music made him happy and for more than two hundred years his music has made other people happy, too.

    A woman bought a parrot from a pet store. However, the woman decided to return the parrot to the shop the next day.

    "This bird doesn't talk," she told the pet shop owner.

    "Does he have a mirror in his cage(笼子)?" the owner asked. "Parrots love mirrors."

    The woman bought a mirror and left. The next day she came back, saying that the bird still wasn't talking.

    "How about a ladder? Parrots love ladders," the owner said. The woman bought a ladder and left. But the next day, she was back.

    "Does your parrot have a swing? No? Well, once he starts swinging, he'll talk," the owner said.

    The woman then bought a swing and left.

    When she walked into the store the next day, she began to cry. "The parrot died," she said.

    The pet store owner was shocked. "I'm sorry. Tell me, did he ever say anything?" he asked.

    "Yes, right before he died," the woman answered, "in a low voice, he asked me, 'Don't they sell any food at that pet store?'"

    Sometimes we forget what's really necessary in life. We sometimes have lots of things to do at once, but we forget to deal with the most important things first. We have to remember to "feed the parrots" in our lives.

    Mr White works in an office. He is very 1 and has no time to have a good rest. Every evening, when he comes back from his office, he's always tired and wants to go to bed early, 2 his wife often has a lot of interesting things to tell him after supper. She doesn't stop talking until he falls 3. But it's usually too late and Mr White has to 4 early in the morning when she is asleep.

    One day the man felt terrible and couldn't go to work. He decided to go to 5. And Mrs White went with him. Before her husband said 6 was the matter with him, the woman had told the doctor all and the doctor said to her, "The bottle of medicine is for your husband and the pills are for you." "For me?" the woman said in surprise, "I'm fine. I don't need 7 medicine."

     "I don't think so, madam," said the doctor. "They are sleeping pills. Your husband will soon be all right if you take them."