Hotdog! It’s a flying sausage! 

I work at an office in town. I usually take my lunch to work with me – a sandwich and an apple, or a piece of cheese and a few crackers. Last week, a hotdog stall parked just beneath my office window. The smell of fried onions wafted up through the open window. Oh boy, it smelled good! That day, I had a cucumber sandwich on white sliced bread for my lunch. I took it out of my lunchbox and it was soft and soggy. It didn’t look very nice. I thought to myself, ‘Do you know what, I am not eating this. I am going to have a hotdog!’ I went down and ordered one, with onions, mustard and ketchup. There is a park just next to my office, so I went there. I was just about to take my first delicious bite when I tripped over a kerb. I clenched my hotdog, but the sausage flew out of the bun – straight onto a little old man who was sitting on a park bench. He was just minding his own business, reading his newspaper. Next thing he knew, a flying sausage hit him and there was ketchup and mustard all down his T-shirt! I apologised profusely and gave him some tissue out of my bag. He quickly cleaned himself up. Happily, he saw the funny side and he laughed. A passing seagull swooped down, grabbed my sausage and flew off with it. I thought to myself, ‘Do you know what, it just wasn’t meant to be for me and that hotdog.’ I didn’t buy another one, I just went back to the office and ate my soggy cucumber sandwich. By Laura. 

 Answer the questions in full sentences:                                                         

1. Where does Laura work? _______________________________________________

2. Does she usually buy lunch at the office canteen? ___________________________

3. Where did the hotdog stall park? ________________________________________

4. Why did she start fancying a hotdog? ____________________________________

5. What did she have in her lunchbox? ______________________________________

6. How did it look? _____________________________________________________

7. What did she order from the hotdog stand? _______________________________

8. Where did she go to eat the hotdog? _____________________________________

9. What unfortunate thing happened to her? _________________________________

10.Where was the old man sitting? _________________________________________

11.What was the old man doing? ___________________________________________

12.Where did the sausage end up? _________________________________________ 

13.What did she give him to help? _________________________________________

14.Was the old man upset? _______________________________________________

15.What happened to the sausage? _________________________________________

16.Did she buy another hotdog? ___________________________________________       

How do you like your hotdogs? Do you prefer hotdogs or burgers? 

Ai nhanh hứa tick! Cảm ơn!

I remember that when I was in 5th grade, my class was good at studying, reacted aggressively in all activities of the school so it was very popular with teachers and friends. In grade 5, the exam that we are most interested in is the excellent student exam. I have chosen to send gold to send the task of taking good students. I have to say I was proud and proud to do so. And I know that besides me, there is no one qualified to take this exam. At that time, I was a smug little girl, always thought I was good and despise the people around. Ms. Thu enthusiastically study for me, I also try my best to study under the guidance of her.

Two days before the exam I allowed myself to rest for the day with the most comfortable spirit. I am very confident in what I have learned. On the day of the competition everyone happy to wish me success, won high. I completed the excellent essay for Literature, but Mathematics was a terrible failure. The best thing I can do is not to do it, because I volunteered to ignore it because I thought it was too simple to put on a good student exam. I lost my spirits from that moment, suddenly all the knowledge in my head flew away, I can not remember anything anymore. Even if I try my best, I can not regain my composure. And then I knew that I would not get any awards in this competition. Every wish, expectation of everyone or myself, all the smoke.

I step out of the examination room with a somber face, I do not want to meet anyone, just want to hide all the most is Ms. Thu who dedicatedly told me. I still remember as she wrote: "Whatever form of paper, whether hard or easy you must also scrutinize, do not subject yourself to any offline," she repeats it over and over again. many times. However, just because of the subjectivity, just because of arrogance, self-thinking good giang has made every hope of her break. I know how to face her, tell her how disappointing results this time.

The next day I always tried to avoid her, I was afraid to face, to explain to her, I was afraid to look her sad eyes. But I could not avoid it, that day, when she finished school she called me back to class. It was a talk that I would never forget the words she said later, the words she taught:

- Yesterday, she received the results of the excellent student exam, the subject children do very well by 9 points, but Math is too bad. I know your exam this time is not good since you left the examination room. But can you tell me why, math is so bad? She knows how good she is, she believes she can do well. So that…

"Your child, your child did not review you part ... I ... I ... really sorry for you. I am very angry with myself. Angry because of subjective self, has made her and everyone disappointed, ...

I sobbed, sorry for you, to say that my heart felt so much lighter. Listening to my words, she patted her shoulders lightly, hugging me to say,

- Keep your daughter quiet. Every one of us has been wrong, everybody has stumbled. The most important thing is self-perception and modification. I hope this will be a lesson that you will remember forever, so that whatever you do, whether large or small, you need to be careful, careful not to be subjective. Because just a minute of subjective, the consequences will not be unexpected.

I listened attentively as I swallowed her words. That was the first time I realized that just because a minute of negligence, your subjectivity affects so many people. It has happened for a long time but it will be a lesson for me: in anything that is not subjective, careful, meticulous, effort, try not stop.

How do I live for you guys to please? Don't judge me with 3 words: LOOKING TO KNOW. And don't always talk when you don't really know what I think. Now, don't tell me not to refuse! They are now dragging the story over and over, but the fox. Although it is not the cause of cx ns. And nx, now they just like to report, then the report is done to deny it! We are just fit, I don't understand the reason, I really think that I always say it, no matter what they leave me alone, we have all the old chx that I have not said. , it has passed, then let it go, why are they so dangerous? We have to report it until you hit me. They do, live for me to let me know, they are very bully, I don't really know. Please help me, they help me, do we recognize them? Or do they just help them out, why are they incompetent? So how can they live so please? Say they are miserable just now! Let's take a little bit, and the ones they flatter thanks for help, we don't twt not bt! Help me, I still help, but I don't have any of their bitches, don't make it easy! Oh yeah, m, I am ngw, not a dog, but tell him to eat, it comes immediately! Let me go, please help me, please help me! But they don't eat it, so don't eat it! It's too rude, I don't care! Suggest that we lessen it! And the other deputy: do you think stupid? So why is the good hok but cheating at the test hour? Ngw hok stupid, no humiliation! But the most humiliating thing is the good hok that has to go cheating at the test hour! She is beautiful, but she beat her, she scolded, she is beautiful!

Read the following texts carefully and choose the correct answer to each of the questions.

On Saturday afternoon I left my hand bag on the bus. In it were my cheque book, address book and my purse, which contained about £50 in cash and some credit cards. When I realized what I had done, it was too late. I didn't know what to do; I am 72 years old, was a long way from home, and I was quite worried. In fact, I stood by the side of the road and just cried. A young man asked me what was wrong and I explained what had happened to me. He gave me some money for my bus fare home. When I told the bus driver what had happened he said I should keep the fare. I got home safely and the telephone rang soon after. It was the manager of City Bus, the company that owned the bus on which I had left my handbag. He said that they had my handbag and he offered to drive over to return it. I had my handbag back, amazingly with all its contents untouched. I would just like to say how wonderful everybody was who helped me on that day, and how much I appreciate their kindness and honesty.

Mrs. A. Jackson, Newland.

1. What is the writer trying to do in her letter?

A.Make a complaint

B. Show her thanks

C.Report a theft

D. Make an enquiry

2. What will the reader learn from the letter?

A. You should not carry much cash in the handbag.

B. Travelling by bus is too difficult when you are old.

C. There are some kind people in Newland.

D. You should always have the correct bus fare.

3. Why did the writer cry?

A. She was late.

B. She was lost.

C. She was poor.

D.She was anxious.

Read the story and decide if the sentences are true (T) or false (F).

On Saturday, Patricia was in the park when she saw a boy on a mountain bike. He was on the hill when suddenly he fell off his bike. Patricia ran over to help. "Where's my helmet?" he shouted. It was under a park bench so Patricia went to get it. Just then another boy ran past, took the boy's mountain bike and rode away. "Stop!" Patricia shouted. She ran after the other boy and stopped him. He got off the bike and ran away. Patricia took the bike back to the boy, "Thank you, Patricia," he said. "How do you know my name?" Patricia asked. "I live next to you," he said. "My name's Tom". On Sunday Tom left some flowers on her doorstep to say "thank you".

The boy fell off his bike.

A. True

B. False