A woman in her sixties lived alone in her little cottage with a pear tree at her door．She spent all her time taking care of the tree．But the children nearby drove her 1 by making fun of her．They would climb her tree and then run away with pears, 2 "Aunty Misery" at her．
One evening, a passer-by asked to 3 for the night．Seeing that he had an 4 face, she let him in and gave him a nice 5 ．The next morning the stranger, actually a sorcerer(巫师)，thanked her by granting(允准)her 6 that anyone who climbed up her tree 7 not be able to come back down until she 8 it．
When the children came back to steal her 9 , she had them stuck on the tree．They had to beg her long 10 she gave the tree permission to let 11 go．Aunty Misery was free from the 12 at last．
One day another man 13 her door．This one did not look trustworthy to her, 14 she asked who he was．"I am Death．I've come to take you 15 me," said he．
Thinking fast Aunty Misery said, "Fine, but I'd like to 16 some pears from my dear tree to remember the 17 it brought to me in this life．But I am too 18 to climb high to get the best fruit．Will you be so 19 as to do it for me?"With a deep sigh, Mr．Death climbed up the tree 20 and was immediately stuck to it．No matter how much he warned or begged, Aunty Misery would not allow the tree to let Death go．
It was no wonder I was not looking forward to entering ninth grade．High school is well known for being a battleground, where everyone seems to be 1 through physical changes, emotional mood swings, and low self-esteem．For me, 2 was my punishment．
I had always felt insecure and out of 3 as one of the 4 members of my class, standing a head above the other girls and stooping(屈身)at the 5 of the line to avoid sticking 6 ．I especially hate being around large groups of people, like during the social hour after services at my church． 7 the prayers were finished, I would leave as quickly as possible so I could 8 other well-meaning congratulations,“Ruthie!Look how tall you're getting!”
My grandfather would watch me 9 increasingly uncomfortable, but he did not 10 at my self-consciousness or try to comfort me． 11 , he would remind me．“Stand straight and tall,”he would say, as I unsuccessfully tried to shrink(缩短)myself．Moreover, each time, I would sheepishly comply(答应)．Even at age 15, I understood that his advice was about 12 than just feet and inches．
My grandfather grew up in war-torn Europe．When German soldiers 13 his hometown, He wound up joining the Soviet army to 14 his country's freedom．“Stand straight, stand tall,”meant something else back then．
15 the war, he boarded a boat for 16 , and on January 27, 1947, he stepped onto the dock in Manhattan．He was hungry and 17 from seasickness．All alone in a new country, he was 18 about his future．Still, he marched head-on into the streets of New York．Soon he met 19 European immigrants, each of them trying to find his or her own way．If they could do it, why couldn't he?“Stand straight, stand tall,”he would remind himself．He felt his faith 20 ．When he walked into the church that first time, he walked in proudly．
It was no wonder I was not looking forward to entering ninth grade．High school is well known for being a battleground, where everyone seems to be 1 through physical changes, emotional mood swings, and low self-esteem．For me, 2 was my punishment。
I had always felt insecure and out of 3 as one of the 4 members of my class, standing a head above the other girls and stooping(屈身)at the 5 of the line to avoid sticking 6 ．I especially hate being around large groups of people, like during the social hour after services at my church． 7 the prayers were finished, I would leave as quickly as possible so I could 8 other well-meaning congratulations,“Ruthie!Look how tall you're getting!”
My grandfather would watch me 9 increasingly uncomfortable, but he did not 10 at my self-consciousness or try to comfort me． 11 , he would remind me．“Stand straight and tall,”he would say, as I unsuccessfully tried to shrink(缩短)myself．Moreover, each time, I would sheepishly comply(答应)．Even at age 15, I understood that his advice was about 12 than just feet and inches．
My grandfather grew up in war-torn Europe．When German soldiers 13 his hometown, He wound up joining the Soviet army to 14 his country's freedom．“Stand straight, stand tall,”meant something else back then．
15 the war, he boarded a boat for 16 , and on January 27, 1947, he stepped onto the dock in Manhattan．He was hungry and 17 from seasickness．All alone in a new country, he was 18 about his future．Still, he marched head-on into the streets of New York．Soon he met 19 European immigrants, each of them trying to find his or her own way．If they could do it, why couldn't he?“Stand straight, stand tall,”he would remind himself．He felt his faith 20 ．When he walked into the church that first time, he walked in proudly．
A woman id her sixties lived alone in her little cottage with a pear tree at her door．She spent all her time taking care of the tree．But the children nearby drover her 1 by making fun of her．They would climb her tree and then run away with pears, 2 “Aunty Misery” at her．
One evening, a passer by asked to 3 for the night．Seeing that he had an 4 Face, she let him in and gave him a nice 5 ．The next morning the stranger, actually a sorcerer(巫师)，thanked her by granting(允准)her 6 that anyone who climbed up her tree 7 not be able to come back down until she 8 it．
When the children came back to steal her 9 , she had them stuck on the tree．They had to beg her long 10 she gave the tree permission to let 11 go．Aunty Misery was free from the 12 at last．
One day another man 13 her door．This one did not look trustworthy to her, 14 she asked who he was．“I am Death, I’ve come to take you 15 me．” said he．
Thinking fast Aunty Misery said, “Fine, but I’d like to 16 some pears from my dear tree to remember the 17 it brought to me in this life．But I am too 18 to climb high to get the best fruit．Will you be so 19 as to do it for me?” With a deep sigh, Mr．Death climbed up the tree 20 and was immediately stuck to it．No matter how much he warned or begged, Aunty Misery would not allow the tree to let Death go．
A woman in her sixties lived alone in her little cottage with a pear tree at her door．She spent all her time taking care of the tree．But the children nearby drove her 1 by making fun of her．They would climb her tree and then run away with pears, 2 “Aunty Misery” at her．
One evening, a passer－by asked to 3 for the night．Seeing that he had an 4 face, she let him in and gave him a nice 5 ．The next morning the stranger, actually a sorcerer(巫师), thanked her by granting(允准)her 6 that anyone who climbed up her tree 7 not be able to come back down until she 8 it．
When the children came back to steal her 9 , she had them stuck on the tree．They had to beg her long 10 she gave the tree permission to let 11 go．Aunty Misery was free from the 12 at last．
One day another man 13 her door．This one did not look trustworthy to her, 14 she asked who he was．“I am Death, I’ve come to take you 15 me”said he．
Thinking fast Aunty Misery said, “Fine, but I’d like to 16 some pears from my dear tree to remember the 17 it brought to me in this life．But I am too 18 to climb high to get the best fruit．Will you be so 19 as to do it for me?” With a deep sigh, Mr．Death climbed up the tree 20 and was immediately stuck to it．No matter how much he warned or begged, Aunty Misery would not allow the tree to let Death go．