House For Rent Lost Dog 2 sunny bedrooms with one kitchen Small size $500 a month Black and white, short hair Call Mr. Winter at 555--7843 Call Gus. Reward at 555--6238 Taxi Driver W anted Titanic 3D Full or part time Saturday and Sunday Experience needed Zig Zag Cinema. Call Mark at 555--7296 between $20 (half for children under12). 9 am and 5 pm weekdays. Call 555--9767 for more information If you want to work as a taxi driver, you can call _ . A) 555-7296 B) 555-6238 C) 555-7843 D) 555-9767
A

This story is about a young man. He worked hard at his lessons. He was too busy. He didn't have time to rest, so he was ill. Every night, when he went to bed, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep . But he couldn't. He thought: "I must go to see the doctor." He said to the doctor. "I can't go to sleep at night." "Try counting numbers. When you reach one thousand, you'll be asleep." The next day the man came back to the doctor's office. "Well," said the doctor, "How are you today?" "Yes, he said," I tried counting one, two, three. . . up to one thousand. But when I reached five hundred and sixty-nine, I began to feel sleepy . I had to get up and drank some tea. Then I went on counting up to one thousand. But I still couldn't fall asleep. The young man couldn't go to sleep because _ . A) he didn't finish his lessons B) he worked too hard and was ill C) he was worried about his homework D) there was a lot of housework to do and he couldn't have a good rest
B

This is a picture of Kate Green's family. In the picture we can see her grandparents, herparents, her brother Mike and her. Her grandparents are on the chair. Mr Green and Mrs Greenare behind them. Mike is under the window. Kate is on the floor. What's behind Kate? It's a cat. It's black and white. What color is the cat? A) White B) Black C) Yellow. D) Black and white
D

When I was a boy growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s, we had a milkman delivering milk to our doorstep. His name was Mr. Basille. He wore a white cap and drove a white truck. Of course, he delivered more than milk. There was cheese, eggs and so on. If we needed to change our order, my mother would write a note -- "Please add a bottle of buttermilk next delivery". Then she put the note and the empty bottles into the milk box. The next day, the buttermilk would magically appear. There was also a close relationship between families and their milkmen. Mr. Basille even had a key to our house, for those times when it was so cold outside that we put the box in the house, so that the milk wouldn't freeze. And I remember Mr. Basille from time to time taking a break at our kitchen table, having a cup of tea and telling stories about his delivery. I am sad that there is no home milk delivery today. Big companies produce cheaper milk, and milk is for sale everywhere. People may not need the milkman anymore. Recently, I saw an old milk box in the countryside and it brought back my childhood memories. I took it home and put it outside the door. My son's friends always ask what it is. So I start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship with his milk. The milkman delivered milk to family _ in the old days. A) by car B) by bike C) on foot D) by truck
D