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Arable. "Some pigs were born last night." "I don't see why he needs an ax ," continued Fern , who was only eight. "Well," said her mother, "one of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it." "Do away with it?" shrieked Fern . "You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?" Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. "Don't yell, Fern !" she said . "Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway." Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern's sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father. "Please don't kill it!" she sobbed. "It's unfair." Mr. Arable stopped walking. " Fern ," he said gently, "you will have to learn to control yourself." "Control myself?" yelled Fern . "This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself." Tears ran down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand. background image " Fern ," said Mr. Arable, "I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!" "But it's unfair," cried Fern . "The pig couldn't help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?" Mr. Arable smiled. "Certainly not," he said , looking down at his daughter with love. "But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another." "I see no difference," replied Fern , still hanging on to the ax . "This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of." A queer look came over John Arable's face. He seemed almost ready to cry himself. "All right," he said. "You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in. I'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be." When Mr. Arable returned to the house half an hour later, he carried a carton under his arm. Fern was upstairs changing her sneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove. "Put it on her chair!" said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carton down at Fern's place. Then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel. Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying. As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted the lid of the carton. There , inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink. "He's yours," said Mr. Arable. "Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness." Fern couldn't take her eyes off the tiny pig. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh, look at him! He's absolutely perfect."

1. Betsey's last name is Lloyd.
2. James is Betsey's son.
3. Rosy has her own horse.
4. Mark is thirteen.
5. This week James is sleeping in his office.
6. All the family are interested in football.
7. James's favourite pastime is horse riding.
8. People in England celebrate Christmas in November.
9. Salisbury Plain is a very interesting place.
10. Betsey is Rob MacWizard's mother.
11. Mark likes to be indoors.
Betsey's family
Robin: We want to meet your family. Betsey. Where are they?
Betsey: Oh, let me tell you about them.
My husband James is a very busy man. He's the manager of a bank in London. Normally he comes home at eight o'clock and watches football or reads The Times. He usually plays tennis on Sundays. It's his favorite pastime. When the weather is bad he plays tennis indoors. At the moment there are a lot of problems at his bank and he has to work day and night. He has a small bed in his office, so he sleeps there.
Rosy, my daughter, is seventeen. She is very busy. She is going to finish school this year. She plays the guitar and she is the best goalkeeper in her school. We don't see her at home very often because her hobby is horse riding. She likes to be out of doors. At the moment Rosy is in London. She is helping her aunt in her shop. November and December are very busy months for the shops. It's Christmastime.
Mark is three years younger. He is interested in history and archaeology, and he is a good football player too. He often goes on archaeological expeditions and our house is full of his equipment. At the moment he is on Salisbury Plain. We're going to visit him there. It'll be very interesting for you.
And my youngest son is Rob... I'll tell you about him later.

Cornwall the next weekend. Penquay (5 — be) a very small fishing village. There (6 — be) no trains <?r buses to Penquay so he (7 — have) to drive. It (8 — be) a long journey, and Rob (9 — arrive) late on Friday evening. He (10 — meet) by the landlady of the quest house, Mrs Doone. He (11 — show) to his room. Rob (12 — be) very tired and (13 — go) straight to bed. He (14 — sleep) well and not (15 — wake) up until nine o'clock the next morning.Rob (16 — go) downstairs for breakfast. Because there (17 — be) no other guests Mrs Doone (18 — invite) him to have breakfast with her and her daughter, Catherine, who already (19— come) to the dining room. She (20 — be) about thirteen years old. Mrs Doone (21 — go) to the kitchen (22 — prepare) breakfast.

cooked breakfast for my family. At half past seven my son got up and had breakfast. I had breakfast with my son. My son ate a sandwich and drank a cup of tea. I didn't drink tea. I drank coffee. After Breakfast my son left home for school. I didn't leave home with my son. On Tuesday I didn't work in the morning. I worked in the afternoon. In the evening I was at home. My husband and my son were at home, too. We rested in the evening. My son watched TV, my husband read newspapers and I did some work about the house. At about eleven o'clock we went to bed.
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