My name is Franklin G. Takata, but everyone around here calls me "Find-It Frankie."
Let me tell you something: you don't get a nickname like that overnight. I've been finding things since before I can remember. Mom said it all began when I started teething as a baby.
And when I turned five, I got a partner, my dog Munchy. For my fifth birthday, my parents let me pick him out at the animal shelter. When we opened his cage, the first thing he did was dig into my pocket and find the candy I had been saving for later. I guess you could say I saw a bit of my younger self in him.
Anyway, Munchy and I were playing in the yard one Thursday afternoon when Mom approached us with the case in question. Her diamond ring was missing, and she wanted us to find it. If I had known how tricky the case would be, I might have hesitated. But I said then, "There's nothing we can't find, guaranteed!"
I asked Mom the first question I always ask when something goes missing: "Where do you last remember seeing it?"
"I was m the kitchen baking cookies," Mom answered. "I took off my ring and placed on the small shelf above the counter. But then your aunt called, and when I came back from talking to her, the ring was gone!"
"Hmm. Well, it couldn't have disappeared all by itself I said. "Munchy, let's go take a closer look." Munchy led the way to the kitchen. There was no sign of the ring on the shelf or the counter, but tiny paw prints in the spilled flour told me who might have seen it last.
"The cat! I exclaimed. "See those prints? Mr. Jingles must have been playing with the ring and knocked it onto the floor!" On my hands and knees, I searched all over the floor for the ring. No luck.
"Munchy, you're up! Go find Mr. Jingles." Munchy's ears popped up. He never passed up an opportunity to annoy the cat.
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Munchy immediately located the cat asleep on the sofa.
Unhappily, I took a bite of the cookie but stopped when I felt something hard.
Frey grabbed his bat and glove, and raced out of the door towards the Jack's. Summer vacation just began. The boys planned to play baseball every day, so they could make the team in the following semester.
Jack was waiting outside for Frey. "What are you doing? Where's your stuff?" Frey asked, lifting his bat onto his shoulder. Jack shook his head, "I have to clean Mr. Willow's garage before I can go. With his broken arm, he can't do it himself. My mom always volunteers me to help the Willow's. She thinks they're kind of old and can't afford to hire a cleaner."
To get the work done earlier, Frey offered to help. The boys went down the block to the Willow's and got started. They found a couple of brooms. Before they swept, they put boxes scattered around the garage floor on shelves. As Jack put a big box on a shelf, it fell off and with it fell an envelope. He picked it up. It wasn't sealed, so he opened it. Out of his surprise, there were several one hundred dollar bills inside.
"You've got to see this." He pulled out the bills and showed Frey, "It just fell down when the box fell. There's got to be several hundred dollars here." Jack looked past Frey to the garage door and continued, "Nobody's here. If we take some, I bet no one will ever know." Before his voice died away, Jack had already drawn out one bill and stuffed it into his pocket.
Frey frowned and shook his head. "Are you crazy? That's stealing." Jack ignored him and protested, "Well, I do a lot of chores for them and don't get paid. It's not really stealing. It's kind of payment for my hard work. And one hundred will do for a bat and glove in Igo's Sports Store". With this, Jack put the rest money back.
Frey was about to grab the money from Jack's pocket when they heard a voice, "Hello, boys. Come in for a chocolate cake! Mrs. Willow made one for you." Mr. Willow walked into the garage.
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At the sight of Mr. Willow, Jack and Frey froze in shock.
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When they were about to leave, Mr. Willow handed Jack a brand new bat and glove.
Lately, I was deeply touched with two movies about faithful dogs: A Dog's Purpose and A Dog's Way Home. A dog's life cycled and cycled only to meet his first owner while the other covered 400 miles of toil and hunger all the way back to her home. I had a faithful dog too when I was a little girl, but it was a different story.
When my dad first took him home in a cardboard box, he was so quiet that I even doubted whether there was really a dog in it. When I peeped through two small holes on the side, I just saw a patch of grey fur. My dad assured me that it was just a small dog before I dared to open the box. There he was! What a lovely grey dog! He was slim and looked smart. I was on my knees as I cheerfully observed him. However, he tried to avoid eye contact with me, apparently a little scared with everything strange around. I wanted to pet his head but he only turned his head away.
When he became familiar with me, I called him Billy and he was really delighted, zagging his tail. Every time I left for school, he saw me off. When I came back, he ways waited on my way home and greeted me with his licks and brushed his head against legs. When Billy was in the kitchen with my father, lying on a small heap of firewood side the furnace (灶), he could always know which piece of firewood my dad would pick and raised his paw in time. It always surprised me how intelligent and considerate Billy I imagined him turning into a small boy carrying my schoolbag for me and talking my dad. With Billy brightening every day of my childhood, I was more than happy.
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But one day, Billy was seriously ill.
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A few years later, I went to a dog's shelter to try my luck.
Old Man Donovan was a mean man who hated children. He threw rocks at them and even shot at them with a shotgun. At least that's what we had heard.
His small farm bordered our neighborhood where my younger sister, Leigh Ann, and I lived when we were growing up. His farm was long, narrow, and quaint. It held two treasures. One was his beautiful fruit.
There were many varieties of fruit: pears, apples, and lots more I just can't think of. The fruit naturally drew the children to his land. It made them into thieves. But my sister and I didn't dare to take his fruit because of the horrible rumors we had heard about Old Man Donovan.
One summer day, we were playing in a nearby field. It was time to head back home. My sister and I were feeling very daring that day. There was a short cut to our house that went through the Donovan farm. We thought he wouldn't be able to see us run across his property around the luscious fruit trees. We were almost through the farm when we heard, "Hey, girl!" in a gruff, low voice. We stopped dead in our tracks! There we were, face to face with Old Man Donovan. Our knees were shaking. We had visions of rocks pounding our bodies and bullets piercing our hearts.
"Come here," he said, reaching up to one of his apple trees. Still shaking, we went over to him. He held out several ripe, juicy, red apples. "Take these home,” he commanded. We took the apples with surprised hearts and ran all the way home. Of course, Leigh Ann and I ate the apples.
As time went on, we often went through Old Man Donovan's farm, and he kept on giving us more luscious fruit. One day, we stopped by to see him when he was on his front porch. We talked to him for hours. While he was talking, we realized that we had found the other hidden treasure: the sweet, kind heart hidden behind his gruff voice. Soon, he was one of our favorite people to talk to. Unfortunately, his family never seemed to enjoy our company. They never smiled or welcomed us in.
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Every summer, we would visit Mr. Donovan and talk to him.
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The next winter, word got around that Old Man Donovan had died.
Jenny stared at the store window longingly. There was nothing in this world that she wanted more than a Happy Hannah doll and all that currently separated her from the hottest doll of the holiday season was a thin piece of glass and S29. 95 plus tax. Unfortunately, Jenny didn't even have the 95 cents, so she let out a deep sigh and continued walking home.
Suddenly, a pink rectangle(矩形)in the snow caught her eye. Jenny walked over and realized it was a leather wallet. She removed it from the snow, and opened the wallet to find a thick pile of folded green bills and two plastic cards. One was a credit card and the other an ID.
Jenny stared at the old woman in her ID photo. The woman had a beautiful smile that reminded Jenny of her grandma. Jenny sighed and then she put the wallet into her purse. She turned around and walked in the direction from which she came.
Jenny's heart beat quickly as she entered the store. She had long dreamed about this moment, but something didn't feel right about it As she approached a neat pile of Happy Hannah dolls, she pushed away her feelings. She grasped one Happy Hannah dolly.
As Jenny approached the register, the Happy Hannah Show theme song began playing. It was her mobile pone. It was her grandma In one hand she held the Happy Hannah doll and in the other she held the phone on which her grandma was calling. Jenny's heart was filed with love and appreciation as she thought of her sweet old grandma She put the doll down and picked up the phone call.
"Hi Grandma? I'm going to be a little bit late tonight. I've got to drop something off… Yeah, it was good… OK… Alright… I love you too.". Jenny left the store and walked through the melting snow all the way to the other side of the town. She though of her grandma as she rang the bell at 301 West Street.
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The woman who answered the door had been crying recently and looked upset and anxious.
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The woman took the wallet smilingly.
Growing up, we didn't have much money. Actually, we had very little. We had holes in the floor, a cold house, worn-out shoes, few clothes, and little food. With three little mouths to feed, my daddy worked as a guard in a middle school and then farmed our own small field until dark. We could have easily applied for welfare (福利), but my daddy wouldn't think of it. Our family was full of love and proud of hard work. Daddy provided the best he could for us, and Mama made our clothes on her old sewing machine.
It was probably clear to all the teachers and students at school just how poor we were. Then I was in the third grade, in Mrs. Harper's class. One day, Mrs. Harper brought a huge box of toys to school to give to "poor" children. Everyone was invited to bring some of his / her own toys from home to put in the box. Needless to say, I was disappointed (失望的), because I had hardly any toys of my own to offer.
My eyes got big when I looked into that box. It was like a dream world to me — so many colorful toys! Clearly, Mrs. Harper saw the curious look on my face, and although I never asked, with a smile, she offered to let me pick out two toys for myself from the box. I was so thankful and thought that I was the luckiest girl in the whole world!
When I got home excitedly, I couldn't wait to show Mama what I brought from the school. She saw the toys and asked where I got them. I was proud to tell her about the box for the poor children and that Mrs. Harper had let me pick two toys from the box! Mama thought for a few seconds and said in a very sweet way, "No … no, you can't keep these two toys."
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She explained to me that those toys were for "poor" children.
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Mrs. Harper said she understood with a smile.
A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
—Tenneva Jordan
I knew I was not supposed to be so excited. I was too old for that. At age eleven, the oldest and my mum's "grown-up" girl, I had to keep my cool. I was in middle school after all. But every chance I got, when I was alone, I checked each present under the tree. I read every tag and felt every package, guessing at the contents within. I had examined each gift so often that I could tell which present went to which person without even looking at the tags.
It had been a tough year for my family. Whenever my mum looked over at the tree and scattered (撒) presents, she would sigh and warn us, "There won't be as much for Christmas this year. Try not to be disappointed." Christmas had traditionally been a time for my parents to spoil us. In years past, the presents would pile up and spill out from under the tree, taking over the living room. I had heard the phrase "giving is better than receiving", but thought that whoever had said that must have been out of their mind. Getting presents was the whole point! It was the reason I couldn't get to sleep on Christmas Eve.
On Christmas morning, we eagerly waited in the hallway until dad told us everything was ready. We rushed into the living room and let the wrapping paper fly. We made weak attempts to wait and watch while other family members opened their presents, but as the time passed we lost our self-control.
"Here's another one for you," said mum as she handed me a package. I looked at it, confused. Having spent so much time examining the presents before Christmas, I recognised this one. But it had not been mine. It was my mum's. A new label had been put on it, with my name written in my mother's handwriting.
"Mum, I can't ..."
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I was stopped by my mother's eager, joyful look.
……
I have always remembered that Christmas fondly.
Soapy is a twenty-four-pound rabbit. People look surprised when they first touch him and remark how soft he is. I've noticed he seems to make everyone who meets him a little softer, too. So when I started to work as a volunteer in the community, I decided to take him with me as a therapy（疗法） animal.
One day, Soapy and I visited a shelter for women who had suffered from violence. The women in the shelter all looked at me in low spirits. No one smiled a greeting. One little girl in particular caught my attention. Never raising her eyes, never reaching out, she wandered in and out of the gathered group. The staff informed me that the little girl, named Alice, had been there for over a month and had not spoken the entire time. Nothing they tried had any effect. I didn't want to imagine what would have happened to rob this little girl of the curiosity and enthusiasm so natural to childhood.
Spreading a blanket on the floor, I sat down and opened Soapy's carrier. As the women circled around me, I told the group that Soapy would come to them if they sat on the blanket. Several women did this, including Alice. In a short time, Soapy emerged from his carrier and slowly jumped from one woman to another. After touching Soapy, these women looked down. and smiled softly. Soapy continued his rounds, and the women gradually began to talk about Soapy and I chatted with them as I kept one eye on Alice. She sat rigidly at the edge of the blanket legs held out straight in front of her. She was staring hard at Soapy. It appeared that Soapy kept making eye contact with her, too. He would jump from person to person, each visit taking him closer to her. I began to wonder if he was stopping to give her time to watch him. I looked at her again. She sat there nervously, just staring.
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Finally Soapy came to a stop when he was about two inches from Alice's legs.
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Days later, I revisited the shelter with Soapy: surprised to find Alice even happier than before.
The year I turned 30, my friend Erin and I decided to hike part of Newfoundland's East Coast Trail—215 kilometres between Cappahayden and St. John's where the wild scenery was very charming! The path there would bring us great fun.
Neither of us had gone on a hiking trip longer than five days and now we were in for 14, but we were excited. Nature! Strength! Character! Our hike would end up giving me all of those things in cruel abundance, but there was one take-home I didn't expected: proof of the astonishing kindness of strangers.
As a shy woman schooled in the risk of stranger danger, I'm not one to open up to people I don't know. In Toronto I don't even chat with my seatmate on the subway or in a grocery line, and I certainly don't ask for help unless I'm desperate. But on this hike I had to learn new ways to cope.
Over our first two days we covered less than 30 kilometres, most of it in the rain. What had been a gentle mist when we started evolved into a downpour by the second day. Nothing dried overnight, everything was wet. The roads were rugged, with muddy patches so deep that stepping in the wrong place meant mud to mid-calf—which is to say over and into your boots. We squelched（发出嘎吱声）with every step.
All that was very awful for me. On our second day, as we were still on a road looking like cats left in the rain, a woman and her parents making their way from car to house caught sight of us and took pity. "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" Jenny asked.
"Thank you!"
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We hurried to their lovely home.
……
We'd encounter more kindness on the trip.
I was in my room, unwilling to head to the community theatre with "my brother" Henry. He was just adopted by my parents recently. I was not in the mood for being on stage with him.
"Kristie, come here," my mom called. Following her voice, I found her outside the bathroom, holding a wet book. She gave the book a shake. "Henry's book was in the bathtub. Did you put it there?" She glared at me, something she never did before Henry came to our home. I didn't wet his book on purpose. Tears of hurt clouded my eyes. Worse still, she promised to buy him a new copy. My heart ached. Henry was stealing my mother's love. He was ruining my life.
Meanwhile, Henry was just nearby, absorbed in working on a complicated rope knot (绳结) as usual. Why did a boy like him do the girly work? Far from manly!
Soon, it was time to have to set off to the community theatre. As Henry walked ahead of us to the car, my mom took me aside and said in a low voice, "It's the first time for Henry to be onstage. Be kind to him, Honey." I nodded but sighed. Being kind didn't use to be hard. But after Henry moved in, everything felt different. The theatre used to be a special place for my parents and me. With Henry involved, it didn't seem so special any more.
Finally, it was our stage time. My heart beat wildly. I forgot my annoyance at Henry for a while. As we kids lined up, ready to act out our short play, I realized how loosely I had tied the drawstring (束带) on my skirt. Sure enough, my skirt began to drop. Laughter from the audience could be heard, and even though I was wearing shorts under my skirt, I could feel my face burst into flames. However, my hands were full. If only someone could help me out!
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Right then, Henry sensed my embarrassment.
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After the performance, I found Henry and tapped him on the gratefully
The comeback
Laurie sat quietly in the empty dressing room at the ice-skating rink (溜冰场). She had not been skating in any competition since her left knee was badly injured in an accident six months ago. As she waited for her turn to skate, Laurie was very nervous. She knew that today was a very important day in her comeback.
"If I can win today," she thought, "I can skate in the World Cup next year and then maybe I can make it to the Olympics."
Laurie was just told that she had a tough competition this year, a girl from Connecticut named Jinny Jordan who was really strong in everything. "She is the one you have to beat this year," the coach said.
Minutes later, the door opened and Laurie saw a young woman who was about her age. The young woman put some of her belongings onto a chair. However, the bag fell to the floor.
Laurie felt uncomfortable as she looked at Jinny. "So this is my competition," thought Laurie. "Because of her, I may lose tonight."
"This costume was my mum's idea," Jinny started the conversation, looking down at her red, white, and blue skating dress. "I look like a flag."
Laurie couldn't keep from smiling. She pointed to Jinny's skating bag. "Some stuff fell out of your bag," Laurie said.
Jinny looked at the clothing and equipment that lay scattered on the floor. As she began to gather her belongings, the door opened.
"Jinny," called someone, "you'd better give the tape of your music to the sound engineer right away."
"I thought I gave him my music tape half an hour ago," said Jinny. "Tell him it's the green box with my initials (姓名首字母) written in white in the right-hand corner."
"He claims you never gave it to him, and he is getting angry."
"Then I don't know what I did with it," said Jinny, hurrying out.
Laurie knew that music was nearly as important to the program as skating itself. If she lost her music tape, she might as well forget about skating. Laurie stood up and walked to the chair to do a few more knee bends.
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Suddenly she saw something small and dark green behind the leg of the dressing table.
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Feeling relieved, Laurie skated quickly to the centre of the rink after the announcer finally called her name.
Days of January were passing and every girl of the girls' school was very happy as the selections for plays and dances for the annual function were started.
Sneha's class teacher, Pravina, asked Sneha, her favorite student, to play the leading character in a play. Because she was never allowed to play a male character, Sneha jumped with joy, but suddenly she became so serious about the costumes (戏服).
“How many times I have to tell you not to participate in plays and dances! Can't you understand that we can't buy or borrow the costly costume? You can take part in debates, quizes, or essay competitions in which you don't have to spend money and you can enrich your knowledge.” her mother said angrily when Sneha told her about it.
The reason behind all this was their financial condition. Sneha always had an idea about it in her home and she was mature enough to say NO to any money demanding condition. This time, however, the desire of fame and the excitement of the activity were overcoming her fear.
Sneha went in her room hiding her sadness deep in her heart. She was so nervous about what was going to happen when she would tell Pravina about leaving the play. Would she warn her not to allow her in any competition? Now it was clear that she had to leave the play.
The next day, downhearted Sneha acted like nothing had happened and got ready for school. Her mom ordered her to say NO for the play.
Sneha always loved Pravina because whenever there was a play or dance, the girls did not need to be worried about anything related with money. She would find a way to help. But Sneha didn't want to tell her the truth.
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Sneha went to the teacher,“I don't want to take part in the play and I'm leaving.”
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Pravina stood patiently, waiting for the performance to begin.
"I don't want to go." Maria moved her feet slightly and hung her shoulders. Mom continued packing a bag." We're going to Uncle Rich's in Montana for summer vacation. He's your father's brother, and we go there every year."
Maria stormed out of her mom's room and said angrily, "Nobody ever thinks of me!" "That's enough. We're going." replied Mom angrily, too.
Their August vacation came sooner than Maria wanted. Before she knew it, she and the family were at Uncle Rich's farm. Uncle Rich grabbed her dad and hugged him. Maria grabbed her bag, "I'm going to my room."
"Wait a minute, Maria," said Uncle Rich. "I have got something to show you." At the barn (牲口棚) Maria saw the horse. It was of medium size. It had a fine, soft black coat and one white foot. There was a wide white patch (斑) that ran down the center of its face. Maria fell in love with it at first sight. "Wow! What a horse!"
"He's a mustang," said Uncle Rich. "Mustangs are free horses who live in the wild. We found him stuck in the mud down by the river. My friend and I roped him and managed to get him out."
Maria kicked the dirt. "Can I help care for him?" Then she felt her heart beating in expectation.
Uncle Rich laughed. "You bet. The more hands we have, the better. Just don't get too attached. Once we're sure he's okay, we will have to set him free. Mustangs went from over a million at the beginning of the 20th century to less than 17,000 in 1970. They were hunted illegally for meat."
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Hearing this, Maria felt her stomach turn.
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Maria hurried back to the barn in a flash.
Peter, a 5-year-old boy, showed such great interest in sea shells that he would rush to pick them up with his 3-year-old sister, Shirley. They screamed out their joy as Peter collected his treasure into his pockets. For Peter, sea shells lay shinning on the peaceful beach, waiting for him, just like stars twinkling(闪烁) in the sky. As waves touched them, they seemed to be flowers blooming(绽放) in gentle wind.
One day, Peter was wandering through market with Shirley, with some shells in his pocket. Suddenly Peter found his younger sister was lagging(落后) behind. He stopped and looked back, finding Shirley was standing in front of a toy shop and was staring at something with great interest.
The boy went back to her and asked, "What do you want?" Shirley pointed at the doll, wearing a smile on her innocent face. Peter held his younger sister's tiny hand, walking into the shop. He tiptoed(踮起脚尖) to reach for the doll, and like a responsible elder brother, gave the precious doll to Shirley. Holding tightly the doll, the sister was very very happy.
The shopkeeper was watching everything and getting amused to see the matured(成熟的) behavior of the boy. Now the boy came to the counter and asked the shopkeeper, "How much does this doll cost, Sir?"
The shopkeeper was a cool man, who had suffered from something in his life. So he asked the boy with love and affection, "Well, what can you pay?" Peter reached into his clothes for money that was intended for these two little guys' breakfast. Having counted the money, Peter put it carefully on the counter, asking again, "Sir, is it enough for my little sister's doll?"
The amusing scene just in front of the shopkeeper eventually brought a smile on his face. Shaking his head slightly, he replied, "My boy, I am afraid it seems not to be enough."
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With his eyes fixed on Peter's pocket, he wondered what Peter would do.
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Seeing Peter leaving happily with his sister holding the doll tightly, an assistant in that shop got surprised.
I wanted everyone's praise and acceptance, but I was my own toughest critic. After I graduated from high school and moved out on my own, I began to put pressure on myself to succeed in the adult world. Meanwhile, I was feeling very inadequate and unsuccessful.
I had always been a thin-to-average sized person. But suddenly, I was convinced that I was overweight. In my mind, I was FAT! I began to control my food by trying to diet, but nothing seemed to work. I slowly cut back on what I ate each day. With every portion I didn't finish or meal I skipped, I told myself that I was succeeding, and in turn, I felt good about myself—attractive, strong, successful, almost super-human. I could do something others couldn't: I could go without food. It made me feel special, and that I was better than everyone else.
People around me began to notice my weight loss. At first they weren't alarmed; maybe some were even envious. But then the comments held a tone of concern. "You're losing too much weight." "Elisa, you're so thin." "You look sick." "You'll die if you keep this up." All their words only pleased me that I was on the right path, getting closer to "perfection".
I cut back on my food more and more, until a typical day consisted of half a teaspoon of nonfat yogurt and coffee in the morning, and a cup of grapes at night. It even got to the point where I no longer went out with my friends. I couldn't—if I went to dinner, what would I eat? I avoided their phone calls. If they wanted to go to the movies or just hang out at home, I couldn't be there—what if food was around?
My poor nutrition began to cause me to lose sleep. I found it hard to concentrate on my work or to focus on anything for any length of time. I was pushing myself harder and harder at the gym, struggling to burn the calories that I hadn't even eaten. My friends tried to help me but I denied that I had a problem.
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Then one night, when I tried to relax, my heart felt as though it might beat its way out of my chest. Luckily, I recovered gradually. |
My writing career began quite accidentally. It was all because of my friend Henry.
Born into a poor family, Henry had no chance to attend school. He couldn't read but he liked my reading for him greatly. One day I played a little trick on Henry. I was reading him a story from my textbook. Suddenly I moved away from the story and made up my own, pretending to turn pages regularly. Henry, of course, had no idea at all. Upon finishing the story, Henry began to clap.
"That was the best story you've read me in a long time," he said, still clapping.
I laughed. "Really?"
"It was great. Will you read me more of it tomorrow?"
"Fascinating, "I thought, feeling like a man who discovered a buried treasure in his own backyard. That same night, I tried writing my first short story. It was a story about a man who found a magic cup. If he cried into the cup，his tears turned into pearls (珍珠), but he was a happy man and rarely cried. So he managed to find ways to make himself sad. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, unable to feel happy any longer.
The next day, I ran to Henry after school, asking him to hear the story and told him I wrote it last night. Henry was totally absorbed in it, his face shifting as the story developed.
"Some day, you will be a great writer," Henry said. "And your stories will be read all over the world. But can I ask a question? Why didn't the man just eat some onions to make himself cry to get pearls?" I was shocked because I never expected Henry could be helpful to my writing. I rewrote it and with. Henry s encouragement, I sent it to a magazine. To my surprise, it was published and sold well.
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Whenever I finished a new story, I would turn to Henry. …… I decided to use the money to help Henry. |
As mountains go, 1,642-foot Squaw Peak isn't particularly impressive. But its inviting views of western Massachusetts have tricked hikers into becoming pleased among its steep, slippery cliffs, resulting in countless injuries and even deaths.
Henry Grant, aged 18, a freshman at Ithaca College, respected Squaw Peak's record. As such, he stayed a good ten feet from the edge while waiting for his mother to catch up to him one day in August 2019. He watched 15 or so other hikers enjoy the views; one hiker, around 60 and dressed in pink, was peeking (瞥见) over the lip of the cliff with her husband.
When Grant's mother rejoined him, the two turned to continue on their way. Suddenly, he heard a "tumbling, a thump, and another thump," he told the Cornell Daily Sun. Then he heard something chilling: "Paula! Paula!" a man yelled desperately. Grant wheeled around. The woman in pink was nowhere to be seen. She'd fallen off the side of the mountain.
Several hikers immediately started looking for her, but their view was blocked by trees. Grant told his mother, "I hate to say this, but they're probably going to find a body."
Uncertain they could help, Grant and his mother headed down the trail (小道). But when he saw hikers still searching, he decided to lend a hand. "My young brain was like, ‘I can do it,'" he says. After assuring his mother that he would be safe, he followed the trail alone, hoping he wasn't too late.
After 15 minutes of climbing over rocks, pushing past stinging brush, and slipping down pieces of loose dirt, Grant spotted a figure about 25 feet above him. She was dressed in pink and crumpled (摺皱的) in a kneeling position on a small rocky outcropping (露出地面的岩层). The woman had fallen about 75 feet. Unbelievably she was alive.
"Paula!" Grant shouted. "Paula. Is that you?" Barely responded, she was clearly hurt.
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2）至少使用5个短文中标有下划线的关键词语；
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She kept trying to move, and every time she moved, she slipped a little more.
Soon first hikers arrived on the top of the mountain and a helicopter came.
The perfect Christmas Tree
In our house in Middle Cove, Newfoundland, the tradition was to find the perfect tree before Christmas Eve. And this year, my brother Gilbert and I were being trusted to do it entirely on our own. And we took the challenge very seriously. So, axe in Gilberts hand, saw in mine, we set out for all the spots we imagined we might find a magnificent fir (冷杉树).
We were young, but we knew the rules. Trees could not be taken from personal land and not near any road.
We started out with the best of intentions. We were on Pine River Lane, and looking at the firs in the fields, but none of them looked quite good enough. It was getting dark but we still had no luck. On the way home, it was Gilbert who stopped, grabbed my arm and said, "I see it!"
"You see what?" I said.
"Right there, look. It's perfect."
And he was right. It was a young tree, two metres tall, standing alone. It was the classic Christmas tree. In all my years, I had never seen such a perfect one.
Perfect except for one small problem. The tree was pretty close to the road. Also, it was behind a fence, so the tree was in someone's yard. And not just any someone. It was in the yard of Timmy Green, my best friend.
However, the chances of our finding another one like it were slim to none.
"You stand guard," Gilbert said. And with that, we were over the fence and on our bellies crawling toward the target. I lay in the snow and put the Greens, house under surveillance (监视). I was to whistle or cough if I saw anyone coming.
Within a few minutes, it fell.
"Grab the end," Gilbert said, and we lifted it over the fence. Now we were on the road.
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1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2）续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语己为你写好；
Suddenly Gilbert's eyes widened. "Our footprints!" he said.
So it shocked me when I found Mr. Green in our house with my parents, drinking tea on Christmas Eve.
Annie stood at Michael's front door waiting excitedly for him to answer. This party sounded so fun!" Just be yourself," Annie's dad had advised when he'd dropped her off. But who else could she be but herself?
Michael swung the door open, greeting Annie with a welcoming smile. But when she followed him in, she felt embarrassed. She didn't recognize a single kid. And they were all older!
As she sat down, every kid stared at her. Her colourful new dress, she believed, was stupid compared with the other girls' tasteful dresses in soft golden colours. The thought made her ashamed." This is my good friend Annie," Michael announced. "She's the smartest, cleverest person I know! Her brain is filled with a million fantastic things you've never even heard of."
After that introduction of her, Annie felt even worse as all the kids looked at her doubtfully. Could she maybe slide out of her seat when no one was looking and just hid under the table?
Instead, she sat there with a frozen smile on her face, feeling anything but herself.
The kids all started to eat, chatting and joking as they stuffed their mouths. They were barely even looking at her now. Annie didn't know whether to feel relieved or left out. Finally, she filled her plate and started eating.
"Pass me some of those strange bananas," a girl said. "Yeah, the bananas!" somebody across the table shouted. All at once, without any warming from her own mind, Annie's mouth opened and words came out.
"They're not exactly bananas," she blurted. "They' re plantains (大蕉)!" She couldn't help herself." They look like bananas, but they taste tally different. Some people call them the potato of the tropics."
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Now all the kids were looking at Annie again, but this time their faces were interested and friendly.
Birdsong
"Nothing will ever be the same again," Ally whispered. She sank slowly into her father's favorite chair and stared at the small American flag on his desk. It was the flag which Chief Russell had given to her after the funeral(葬礼) last summer, when he hugged her and told her how proud the Police Department was of her dad's work for them. His tears had warmed Ally's cheeks, and her own tears were still frozen inside her heart.
Ally looked at her father's picture on the bookcase. Dad was sitting in the middle of a stream, wet through but grinning proudly. "I miss you, Dad," she said softly. By this time last year she had already taken dozens of pictures. Ever since she could remember, she and Dad had been a team, searching the woods behind the house each weekend for a glimpse of the special wood warbler(林中莺).
Ally reached for the first photo album she and Dad put together. On the cover a tiny orange bird with blue-grey wings and sharp black eyes peered out of the photo her father had clipped from a local newspaper. Ally smiled, remembering the excited look on his face when he first showed her the pretty bird, "Ally, I bet if we search real hard, we'll see this little guy together some day."
They'd never spotted the warbler, but her father had an amazing way of making each outing seem special. Staying with Dad, Ally felt comfortable. "If only I could get that good feeling back," she thought sighing.
Staring at the bird, she suddenly knew exactly what she had to do. Grabbling the little flag, she placed her camera around her neck and hurried outside. Ally stuck the flag among the flowers in the garden. "Please let me see the Warbler," she murmured to herself. She gave her worried Mom a kiss and then set off into the woods.
注意：1）所续写短文的词数应为150左右；
2）续写部分分为两段，每段的开头语已为你写好。
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Familiar smells of the earth rose up to greet her.
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Determined to start out again the next morning, she was about to head home when a ringing birdsong floated down to her.
