“Do you think we’ll win?”ten-year-old Tyrus Lucas asked his mother 1 he wrote his name on the entry(参赛作品)to Cartoon Network's toy sweepstakes．
“We can 2 ,”said his mother, a divorced mother who worked as a teacher and struggled to 3 her kids．She didn’t have much cash for 4 ．A week later the phone rang．“Your son won our drawing!”a woman 5
“Great,”cried his mother, “Which 6 did he win?”
“All of them．A thousand toys!”
The next Saturday when the doorbell of their home rang, Tyrus, not 7 the surprise, opened the door and his face 8 up．“Mum,” he cried．“Cartoon Network is here?”
So were dozens of 9 kids who had run over to the cartoon-covered truck．They jumped 10 as hundreds of toys tumbled from the truck's back doors．
Tyrus thought he could 11 his whole room with them．But as he looked at the children around him, he 12 ．The others in their working-class neighborhood didn’t have 13 either．
“Here,”he said, 14 a doll to a little girl．Then he handed a boy a Lite Brite．“Take 15 you want,” Tyrus told the kids－and they did, 16 him over and over．
Tyrus kept several games, but he wasn't done giving．“Why don't we give some to your 17 , Mom?” he asked．They 18 almost l00 toys to the elementary school where she worked．“The first thing my son thought of was to 19 ,”his mother says, beaming．“I’m so 20 of him．”
“Do you think we'll win?” ten-year-old Tyrus Lucas asked his mother 1 he wrote his name on the entry(参赛作品)to Cartoon Network’s toy sweepstakes．
“We can 2 ,”said his mother, a divorced mother who worked as a teacher and struggled to 3 her kids．She didn’t have much cash for 4 ．A week later the phone rang．“Your son won our drawing!” a woman 5
“Great,” cried his mother,“Which 6 did he win?”
“All of them．A thousand toy!”
The next Saturday when the doorbell of their home rang, Tyrus, not 7 the surprise, opened the door and his face 8 up．“Mum,”he cried．“Cartoon Network is here?”
So were dozens of 9 kids who had run over to the cartoon-covered truck．They jumped 10 as hundreds of toys tumbled from the truck's back doors．
Tyrus thought he could 11 his whole room with them．But as he looked at the children around him, he 12 ．The others in their working-class neighborhood didn’t have 13 either．
“Here,”he said, 14 a doll to a little girl．Then he handed a boy a Lite Brite．“Take 15 you want,” Tyrus told the kids－and they did, 16 him over and over．
Tyrus kept several games, but he wasn't done giving．“Why don't we give some to your 17 , Mom?” he asked．They 18 almost l00 toys to the elementary school where she worked．“The first thing my son thought of was to 19 ,”his mother says, beaming．“I’m so 20 of him．”