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الأربعاء مارس 03, 2010 1:45 pm
A Good Boy
Billy always listens to his mother. He
always does what she says. If his mother says, “Brush your teeth,” Billy
brushes his teeth. If his mother says, “Go to bed,” Billy goes to bed.
Billy is a very good boy. A good boy listens to his mother. His mother
doesn’t have to ask him again. She asks him to do something one time,
and she doesn’t ask again. Billy is a good boy. He does what his mother
asks the first time. She doesn’t have to ask again. She tells Billy,
“You are my best child.” Of course Billy is her best child. Billy is her
only child.
Billy always listens to his mother. He
always does what she says. If his mother says, “Brush your teeth,” Billy
brushes his teeth. If his mother says, “Go to bed,” Billy goes to bed.
Billy is a very good boy. A good boy listens to his mother. His mother
doesn’t have to ask him again. She asks him to do something one time,
and she doesn’t ask again. Billy is a good boy. He does what his mother
asks the first time. She doesn’t have to ask again. She tells Billy,
“You are my best child.” Of course Billy is her best child. Billy is her
only child.
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الأربعاء مارس 03, 2010 1:46 pm
2. A Long Life
Nancy wants to live a long time. She wants
to live for one hundred years. She is five years old now. She wants to
live 95 more years. Then she will be 100. Her father is 30 years old. He
wants to live a long time, too. He wants to live for one hundred years.
He wants to live for 70 more years. “Daddy, we will grow old together,
okay?” Nancy said to her father. “Yes, honey, we will grow old
together,” he said to Nancy. Then Nancy smiled. She gave her daddy a big
hug.
Nancy wants to live a long time. She wants
to live for one hundred years. She is five years old now. She wants to
live 95 more years. Then she will be 100. Her father is 30 years old. He
wants to live a long time, too. He wants to live for one hundred years.
He wants to live for 70 more years. “Daddy, we will grow old together,
okay?” Nancy said to her father. “Yes, honey, we will grow old
together,” he said to Nancy. Then Nancy smiled. She gave her daddy a big
hug.
- AbdulRehemمشرف
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الأربعاء مارس 03, 2010 1:47 pm
Barking Dog
Bobby woke up because he heard a dog. He
heard a dog barking outside his window. Bobby woke up when he heard the
dog barking. Bobby got out of bed. He got out of bed and walked to the
window. He looked out the window. He saw a big brown dog. It was barking
very loud. Bobby opened his window. He looked at the barking dog. “Why
are you barking so loud?” he asked the dog. The dog looked at Bobby.
Then it stopped barking.
Bobby woke up because he heard a dog. He
heard a dog barking outside his window. Bobby woke up when he heard the
dog barking. Bobby got out of bed. He got out of bed and walked to the
window. He looked out the window. He saw a big brown dog. It was barking
very loud. Bobby opened his window. He looked at the barking dog. “Why
are you barking so loud?” he asked the dog. The dog looked at Bobby.
Then it stopped barking.
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الأربعاء مارس 03, 2010 1:48 pm
Lost Pencil
David lost his yellow pencil. He could not
find it. “Where is my yellow pencil?” he asked his sister. His sister
did not know. “I don’t know where your pencil is,” she said. David
thought about it. He thought and thought. He used his yellow pencil
before lunch. He used it to write a note to his teacher. The note said,
“Dear teacher, Thank you for helping me. David.” He put the note in an
envelope. Where was the envelope? He looked in the kitchen. He looked on
the kitchen counter. He found the envelope. It was next to the toaster.
He found the pencil. It was under the toaster.
David lost his yellow pencil. He could not
find it. “Where is my yellow pencil?” he asked his sister. His sister
did not know. “I don’t know where your pencil is,” she said. David
thought about it. He thought and thought. He used his yellow pencil
before lunch. He used it to write a note to his teacher. The note said,
“Dear teacher, Thank you for helping me. David.” He put the note in an
envelope. Where was the envelope? He looked in the kitchen. He looked on
the kitchen counter. He found the envelope. It was next to the toaster.
He found the pencil. It was under the toaster.
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الإثنين أبريل 19, 2010 5:07 pm
Many thanks
Well done[quote]
Well done[quote]
- عبد الرحيم
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السبت يونيو 10, 2017 5:23 am
That was great
Thanx for your sharing
Best wishes
- سيد احمدانجلشاوى مدرس
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الجمعة يوليو 14, 2017 8:00 pm
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