Question: Write a multi-choice question for the following article, with the given choices and answer: Article: Are you looking for something fun? Would you like to help other people in your free time? Then join us and be a volunteer . We have volunteer jobs for people of all ages. Anyone, between the age of 12 and 80, can become a volunteer. You can help people in many ways. Nursing homes need volunteers to take care of old people. Hospitals need volunteers to look after children while their parents see a doctor. Animal lovers can help take care of those dogs and cats without homes. There is something that out volunteers want to tell you. "As a volunteer, I don't want to get anything. Seeing the children's happy faces, I am happy, too." said Carlos, an old woman of 62. " I often played computer games in my free time before. Now I help middle-aged people learn how to use computers." said another volunteer at the age of 18. If everyone gives a hand, we'll have a better world to live in. Interested? Call us on 1-800-555-5756 or visit our website: www.active.com. Options: A Animals without homes B Old people in nursing homes C Children while their parents see a doctor D All the above Answer: D All the above Question:
Answer: _ need volunteers.

Question: Write a multi-choice question for the following article, with the given choices and answer: Article: When I was nine years old, I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and cried. "Buddy, it's a beautiful, beautiful poem!" My mother poured out her praise. "What time will Father be home?" I asked. I could hardly wait to show him my poem. My father had begun his movie career as a writer. He would be able to appreciate my poem even more than my mother. I confidently put the poem right on my father's plate on the dining table. My mother said he would be home around 7. But My father got home an hour later than expected. He sat down at the table and noticed his plate. "What is this?" I heard him say. "Ben, Buddy has written his first poem. And it's beautiful, so amazing!" Mother said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to decide that for myself," Father said. I kept my face lowered to my plate. It was only 10 lines long. But it seemed to take hours. "I think it's bad," my father said. I couldn't look up. My eyes were getting wet. "Ben, sometimes I don't understand you," my mother was saying. "This is just a little boy. He needs encouragement." "I don't know why," _ "Isn't there enough bad poetry in the world already? No law says Buddy has to become a poet." I ran from the dining room, threw myself on the bed and cried. A few months later, I read that first poem. It was a bad poem. I worked up the courage to show him a short story. My father thought it was not good but hopeful. I was learning to rewrite. As I worked my way into other books and plays and films, I realized how lucky I was to have a mother who said, "Buddy, it's wonderful!" and a father who shook his head "I think it's bad." Both are love that forces me to improve. In fact, all of us in life need both loving force. Options: A A few months later, the writer stopped writing. B After years the writer hated his father very much. C That day Father didn't come home until a quarter past eight. D The writer was confident that Father would praise his poem. Answer: D The writer was confident that Father would praise his poem. Question:
Answer: Which of the following is right?

Question: Write a multi-choice question for the following article, with the given choices and answer: Article: Old George selected his food in the supermarket more carefully than NASA chose its astronauts. When he left the cashier, he was pleased to think that he had saved 80 cents today. At the exit, the cold wind made him think of his gloves. He looked for them in his coat and pants but could not find them anywhere. He had bought the black gloves at a good price, for just $35, years ago. They were soft and very comfortable. He had taken great care looking after them, so they were _ . George, calm on the outside but mad on the inside, re-entered the store. He followed the same route he had walked before. Several minutes of searching turned out to be in vain . His black gloves were gone. "People have changed," he said to himself. "Years ago, if somebody picked up something lost, they would give it back. Not any more!" He stared at anybody wearing black gloves to see if they looked like his. On his way to the dairy section, he noticed a lady wearing a pair of black gloves. He sped up and in three seconds was in front of her. But when the surprised woman looked over, his eyes dropped, for her gloves were just far too small to be his. He went over to the cashier to ask if she had received any lost gloves, but she said no. He finally walked out into the street. A few days later, poor George decided to buy another leather pair. Before getting on the subway, he stepped into the supermarket again to see if by any chance his gloves had been returned to the lost and found office. "What color are they?" the woman in the office asked. "Black," he gave the same answer. She looked into her drawer and drew out a pair of men's leather gloves. "Are they?" "Yes! Those are mine," George exclaimed, his eyes full of joy. Options: A they were a precious gift given by his friends B they were bought at a high price in a big store C he could not find other gloves as good as this pair D he would rather not spend money on another pair Answer: D he would rather not spend money on another pair Question:
Answer:
George searched for his gloves in a mad way because _ .