Well,
Peter.I'm sorry you're ill. What's the matter with you?
PETER:
I
don't know,Doctor. I'm ill.I have a headache and a stomachache.
DR
DAwEs:
Show
me your tor.gue.What did you eat yesterday?
PETER:
Well,Doctor,I.
. .
DR
DAwEs:
Did
you eat any cake?
PEKE:
Yes,I
ate some cake.
DR
DAwEs:
Did
you eat any ice cream?
PETEK:
Well,yes,I
did.I ate some ice cream.
DR
DAWEs:
Did
you eat any candy?
PETER:
Well,yes,I
did. I ate some candy.
DR
DAwES:
Young
man,tell me everything you ate yesterday evening.
PETER:
WeII,
Doctor.I went to a birthday party.
DR
DAwEs:
I
see!How many pieces of cake did you eat?
PETER:
Three,Doctor.
DR
DAwEs:
How
many plates of ice ream did you eat,young man?
PETER:
Gosh,Doctor.I
had only three plates of ice cream.John had four.
Text
B
How Did You hose Your Way?
Mrs Brown's old grandfather lived with her and her
husband. Every morning he went for a walk in the park and came home at
half past twelve for his lunch.
But one morning a police car stopped outside Mrs Brown's
house at twelve o'clock, and two policemen helped Mr Brown to get out.
One of them said to Mrs Brown, "The poor old gentleman lost his way
in the park and telephoned to us for help, sowe sent a car to bring him
home. " Mrs Brown was very surprised, but she thanked the policemen
and they left.
"But, Grandfather, " she then said , "you
have been to that
park nearly every day for twenty years. How did you lose your way there?"
The old man smiled ,closed one eye and said, "I
didn't
quite lose my way. I just got tired and I didn't want to walk home ! "
Questions on Text B
7. Read the following passage once.
Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.
One morning a man was crossing a narrow bridge when
he saw a fisherman on the shady bank of the deep, smooth river under him,so
he stopped to watch him quietly.
After a few minutes, the fisherman pulled his line
in. There was a big, fat fish at the end of it.
The fisherman took it off the hook and threw it back
into the water. Then he put his hook and line in again. After a few more
minutes he caught another big fisb. Again he threw it back into the river.
Then, the third time, he caught a small fish. He put it into his basket
and started to get ready to go. The man on the bridge was very surprised,
so he spoke to the fisherman. He said, "Why did you throw those beautiful,
big fish back into the water and keep only that small one?"
The fisherman looked up and answered, "Small frying-pan.
"