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Text B
The Phone Rang Again
Mrs Moore had worked hard all day at the office, and she was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home.
Just as she walked in the door, the telephone b...
Text B
The Phone Rang Again
Mrs Moore had worked hard all day at the office, and she was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home.
Just as she walked in the door, the telephone began to ring. She dashed to answer the phone and found that the caller was a man trying to sell her some light bulbs. She refused and hung up the phone.
She smelled dinner cooking and went in to see how her children were getting along with the meal. Everything was ready except setting the table, so Mrs Moore went upstairs to change clothes.
Just as she reached the head of the stairs, the telephone rang again. When Mrs Moore answered it, she found out that her husband wouldnt be home for dinner.
After she changed clothes , she went back downstairs to eat. During dinner, the phone rang twice. Her sister called to ask about the familyzs, and a group wanted her to do some volunteer work. She and the children finished dinner and began cleaning up the kitchen. The phone rang again. The neighbours wanted to borrow the garden hose.°.
After the kitchen was cleaned . Mrs Moore sat down with a sigh to read while the children did their homework. The phone rang again.
Without even answering it, Mrs Moore called to her children, "Get ready, were all going to a movie. "
"Great! But why?"
"It seems thats the only way we can get away from this telephone. "
Questions on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.
Billys motorcycle shone in the afternoon sun and caught Billys reflection in the fender. He had worked all summer to save enough money for this ?bike and it was his -all his. He strapped on his helmet, slid the new black leather gloves over his hands, then threw one leg over the vinyl seat. There was a roar of the engine as he kicked it into motion, and suddenly there he was, speeding down the street on his motorcycle.
Billys little brother, Tommy, watched solemnly from the front door. Tommy was only eight years old, but eight was old enough, he thought, for someone to have his very own motorcycle. It didnt seem fair that Billy had a bike and Tommy didnt. So Tommy sat on the front porch, ate his candy bar, and brooded over the matter as he watched Billy slide around the corner. All he wanted was just one ride.
When Billy discovered his bike missing the next morning, there was a widespread investigation by the police, his parents, and the neighbours. No one had seen the bike since the day before. As Billy walked off down the sidewalk, heading for the schoo( bus, his attention was attracted by something black glaring at him from under a hedge. He approached slowly, then suddenly broke into a run. There under the hedge was his motorcycle with one badly dented fender.
He reached for the handlebars to pull it from under the bushes. When he retracted his hand, there was a familiar sticky substance on his fingers. Tasting the brown sweetness, Billy smiled secretly to himself. He knew he had discovered who had taken his motorcycle for a spin.