|She took out a box, lined with red velvet, from her school bag. Inside was the finest yo-yo Alma had ever seen.|
"Gosh!" she exclaimed. "If s beautiful (1)
"It's also extremely expensive (2) Arabella confirmed, snatching it away before Alma could even touch it.
Alma sighed. She knew she could never afford such a wonderful yo-yo. A good yo-yo was one of the things Alma wished she had. Others in her wish list included (3) a doll which could walk and talk, a stopwatch and a room of her own.
Adapted from: Alma and the Magic Yo-Yo
|Peter got off the bus and looked around (1) eagerly at the surroundings. His heart was beating very fast and he was so excited. He had wanted to join this (2) excavation trip for a long time but his parents had objected to it. Finally, he passed all his subjects with flying colours and his parents allowed him to go for the trip with the school teacher.|
The pupils were organised into groups of four. They had to work on the ruins of the ancient temple; This trip was led by (3) an expert in this field. Peter's school teacher, Mr Lee had led (4) numerous trips before.
Peter was so thrilled that he was not aware what was going to (5) befall him.
|"We're out of petrol!" Dad muttered angrily, chiding himself for being overconfident. "We should never have travelled in this old wreck."|
My family and I had decided to spend the weekend in Penang with my Malaysian uncle and aunt. Before we departed, Mum had nagged at Dad repeatedly to fill up the fuel tank, but he simply answered, "I have driven this car for ten years and I know its mileage. We can get there and back on half a tank of fuel." Mum sat back and stopped protesting.
However, things had not gone that way. Almost half way through the journey, Dad found out that the rusty tank had sprung a small leak, letting out a slow but steady stream of the precious black gold. Drops of oil stained the highway, clearly visible on the road surface.
As the skies darkened and night approached, we felt more obliged to stay in the car, though Dad continued waving down any car that passed by. Most of the passing cars slowed down, only for the drivers and passengers to stare at us. I was beginning to feel thoroughly disillusioned with people's lack of concern, when a car sputtered to a halt just behind ours. I looked up to see a rough-looking man coming out from the car. His jeans were torn, his jacket was patched. My heart sank. Just as we were so helpless and defenseless, this weird fellow had turned up to rob us!
How wrong I was! It turned out that the stranger worked at an auto workshop a few kilometres down the road. With an assortment of tools that he drew from the trunk of his battered old car, he expertly fixed a temporary seal on our fuel tank to stop the leak. He even gave us half the amount of fuel in his fuel tank to sustain us till we reached the next petrol station. I was touched by this Good Samaritan's sincerity. He refused to accept any money from Dad, not even for the petrol! He simply nodded modestly at our repeated thanks and praise, got into his car and drove off into the night. As we watched his taillights gradually fade into the horizon, we wondered if we would ever meet such a warm, mild-mannered and kind-hearted man again.
Source: Always in Season - A Second Harvest of Kindness Stories
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|For more than a month, Ron's father had planned to trek into the rugged Trinity Alps and photograph the rare weeping spruce trees. Ron had begged to go along with him to this American mountain range close to Ron's hometown.|
"I've only got a week to get in there and back," his father protested. "My editor wants the photographs for the next issue of the magazine. It's too hard a trip for a thirteen-year-old." "Ron can do it He's got courage," his mother said. "And I'll feel better if you don't go alone."
So here Ron was in the jeep with his father. They had left home at dawn and headed for the hills. At first it was fun watching the mountains get closer and bigger, but now, all Ron wanted was food and sleep.
"End of the road," his father finally called out, as he pulled up near a lake. "You unroll the sleeping bags and I'll build a fire and warm up the stew. Ron's plate of stew went down fast. He was asleep ten minutes later.
He awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon. They ate quickly, then they started up an old rocky trail. After some steep climbing, the trail leveled off along a deep gorge.
"This looks treacherous," his father told him, "You wait here, Ron. I'll go ahead and look." Ron sat down, grateful for the rest. He watched his father pick his way carefully over the loose rocks.
Then Ron leapt to his feet as he saw a rock break loose from the slope and hurtle directly toward his father. "Look out, Dad!" Ron yelled.
His father saw the big rock coming and jumped back, but it smashed into his leg. He wavered, lost his balance and slid off the trail and down into the gorge.
Gone was Ron's weariness. He scrambled down the side of the gorge, calling as he went. No answer. Then, nearer the bottom, he saw the still form of his father and ran to him. His father tried to sit up. "If s my leg, Ron. It's broken, I think.
Ron looked up at the tall mountain above him. The peak was not far away. He would climb that and build a fire. It was a hard climb, but Ron seemed to have an inner strength. His breath was coming in choking gasps when he reached the top. He rested for a while, then he gathered a big pile of dry wood that blazed up when he put a match to it. Afterward he cut green branches and threw them on to make smoke.
A long time seemed to pass. Then he heard a sound coming closer and closer - it was a helicopter! He jumped up and down and waved his arms. The helicopter floated to a landing on the grassy slope. Ron ran to it.
A ranger got out of the helicopter. "What's the big idea of building a big
fire up here?" he demanded angrily.
'We need help. My father's hurt," Ron told him.
"All right - we'll douse the fire then take off." They circled down the mountain and found a landing place near Ron's father.
Source : D'Light Vol. 87
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