55. A. pen B.
gun C.
comb D.
stone
36~40 DBADB 41~45 DCBAC 46~50 DCBCC 51~55 BDAAB
B
While I was standing at the kitchen window, five-year-old Spencer,
my oldest son, ran into the house 36 ,“We need a
doctor out here! We need a doctor! Hurry, Mom!”“What’s wrong?” I asked. Spencer anxiously told me
he had found a dead bird that needed a doctor.
Dutifully(顺从地), I seized a small plastic bag from the cupboard and took Spencer’s hand- 37 , that’s the sort of
thing mothers do! While my son led me out of the door and 38 the bird, I explained that if
the creature was indeed dead, a doctor could not 39 . When we arrived at the 40 scene, it was obvious that the
baby bird was dead. Spencer and I could see the nest high up in the tree. My
son and I 41 the probable age of the baby
bird, its inability to fly well, and exactly how the 42 had caused its death. “I think his mommy and daddy really 43 him,” Spencer observed. I 44 my boy’s hand and tried to ease his 45 by saying I was sure they did, 46 they would be okay because the
little bird had gone to Heaven to be with God and PoPo(my grandfather who had died). I assured Spencer that the bird’s mommy and daddy knew that their
little one would be 47 and loved. I told Spencer that PoPo loved
little birds, and I 48 he was in Heaven holding and playing with the baby bird 49 . I picked up the little
creature’s body,
slipped it into my plastic bag and 50 placed the bird in the rubbish bin. 51 was said about the matter for the rest of the day. Spencer went
right back to play 52 he had never been interrupted, and I returned to my work in the
kitchen.
At breakfast the next morning, Spencer sadly explained to his father
that he had found a baby bird the day before that had fallen from its nest.
“It was dead, Daddy!”
Trying to 53 Spencer’s spirits and remind him that the little bird was really 54 , I asked our son to tell Daddy 55 the baby bird was. Spencer,
looking solemn faced at his dad, stated,“In the rubbish bin with Mama’s granddad, PoPo.”
