Narrative 2

Once upon a time, there lived a poor woman with her son and daughter. She did chores for other families for a living. One day, she went to work for a rich man’s party and got some rice cakes there.

“My children must be hungry,” said the woman hurrying home.

On the way home, she met a big tiger. “Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” said the tiger. The woman gave a piece of rice cake to the tiger. But the tiger kept following the woman.

“Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” repeated the tiger. The woman gave another piece of rice cake to the tiger. The tiger kept asking her for more rice cakes. She gave away all the rice cakes to the tiger. Now she had no more rice cake. So the tiger ate her.

Now the tiger put on her clothes and went to her house. He pretended to be the children’s mom. “Open the door, dear,” said the tiger.

“You are not my mom. Your voice is too hoarse. Her voice is soft,” said the brother.

“Oh, is it? Hmm, I have a cold.”

“Then, show me your hands,” said the sister.

The tiger showed his hands to them.

“Your hands are too hairy and dark. Her hands are white,” said the brother.

The tiger covered his hands with flour. And he showed his white hands to the children. Then the children opened the door. The tiger entered the house saying “I will make dinner. Wait here.”

Then, the brother saw the tiger’s tail.

“It’s not Mom. It’s a tiger,” said the brother.

“What should we do?” said the sister.

“We have to run away from here,” said the brother.

The children ran out of the house and climbed up a tree near the well. The tiger looked for them here and there. Then, he saw the children’s face reflected on the water inside the well.

“Oh, you are in the well. I will scoop you up with this bowl,” said the tiger.

The sister in the tree laughed at the tiger. “Oh, you are in the tree.”

The tiger tried to climb up the tree. But he could not do it.

“How did you climb up the tree?” said the tiger.

“We used oil,” lied the brother.

The tiger rubbed some oil on his hands. And he tried to climb up the tree. But he only slid down. Laughing at the tiger, the sister told the secret of how to climb up.

“You could use an ax,” said the sister. Then the tiger made small cuts on the tree with an ax. Then, he could climb up the tree.

The children were frightened so they prayed to God. “If you want us to live, please hand down a rope,” pleaded the children as they looked up towards God.

Then a rope came down from the sky. The children held onto it and went up to the sky.

The tiger could not catch the children. The tiger prayed to God, too.

“If you want me to catch them, please hand down a rope.”

Then another rope came down from the sky. The tiger held onto it and went up to the sky. But the rope was rotten. The tiger fell down.

The children went up to the sky. The brother became the sun. And the sister became the moon.

“I am scared of the night,” said the sister.

“I will be the moon for you instead,” said the brother.

So the brother became the moon. And the sister became the sun.

Why did the tiger eat the woman?

• Because the tiger asked for the rice cakes

• Because the rice cakes was not enough for the tiger

• Because the woman had promised to the tiger

• Because the woman refused to give the rice cakes

• Because the tiger dislikes the rice cakes

Once upon a time, there lived a poor woman with her son and daughter. She did chores for other families for a living. One day, she went to work for a rich man’s party and got some rice cakes there.

“My children must be hungry,” said the woman hurrying home.

On the way home, she met a big tiger. “Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” said the tiger. The woman gave a piece of rice cake to the tiger. But the tiger kept following the woman.

“Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” repeated the tiger. The woman gave another piece of rice cake to the tiger. The tiger kept asking her for more rice cakes. She gave away all the rice cakes to the tiger. Now she had no more rice cake. So the tiger ate her.

Now the tiger put on her clothes and went to her house. He pretended to be the children’s mom. “Open the door, dear,” said the tiger.

“You are not my mom. Your voice is too hoarse. Her voice is soft,” said the brother.

“Oh, is it? Hmm, I have a cold.”

“Then, show me your hands,” said the sister.

The tiger showed his hands to them.

“Your hands are too hairy and dark. Her hands are white,” said the brother.

The tiger covered his hands with flour. And he showed his white hands to the children. Then the children opened the door. The tiger entered the house saying “I will make dinner. Wait here.”

Then, the brother saw the tiger’s tail.

“It’s not Mom. It’s a tiger,” said the brother.

“What should we do?” said the sister.

“We have to run away from here,” said the brother.

The children ran out of the house and climbed up a tree near the well. The tiger looked for them here and there. Then, he saw the children’s face reflected on the water inside the well.

“Oh, you are in the well. I will scoop you up with this bowl,” said the tiger.

The sister in the tree laughed at the tiger. “Oh, you are in the tree.”

The tiger tried to climb up the tree. But he could not do it.

“How did you climb up the tree?” said the tiger.

“We used oil,” lied the brother.

The tiger rubbed some oil on his hands. And he tried to climb up the tree. But he only slid down. Laughing at the tiger, the sister told the secret of how to climb up.

“You could use an ax,” said the sister. Then the tiger made small cuts on the tree with an ax. Then, he could climb up the tree.

The children were frightened so they prayed to God. “If you want us to live, please hand down a rope,” pleaded the children as they looked up towards God.

Then a rope came down from the sky. The children held onto it and went up to the sky.

The tiger could not catch the children. The tiger prayed to God, too.

“If you want me to catch them, please hand down a rope.”

Then another rope came down from the sky. The tiger held onto it and went up to the sky. But the rope was rotten. The tiger fell down.

The children went up to the sky. The brother became the sun. And the sister became the moon.

“I am scared of the night,” said the sister.

“I will be the moon for you instead,” said the brother.

So the brother became the moon. And the sister became the sun.

What will happen if the tiger's rope is not rotten?

• The tiger will be the sun

• The children could not be the moon

• The tiger could reach the children

• The tiger and children live in the sky

• The tiger could meet the God

Once upon a time, there lived a poor woman with her son and daughter. She did chores for other families for a living. One day, she went to work for a rich man’s party and got some rice cakes there.

“My children must be hungry,” said the woman hurrying home.

On the way home, she met a big tiger. “Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” said the tiger. The woman gave a piece of rice cake to the tiger. But the tiger kept following the woman.

“Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” repeated the tiger. The woman gave another piece of rice cake to the tiger. The tiger kept asking her for more rice cakes. She gave away all the rice cakes to the tiger. Now she had no more rice cake. So the tiger ate her.

Now the tiger put on her clothes and went to her house. He pretended to be the children’s mom. “Open the door, dear,” said the tiger.

“You are not my mom. Your voice is too hoarse. Her voice is soft,” said the brother.

“Oh, is it? Hmm, I have a cold.”

“Then, show me your hands,” said the sister.

The tiger showed his hands to them.

“Your hands are too hairy and dark. Her hands are white,” said the brother.

The tiger covered his hands with flour. And he showed his white hands to the children. Then the children opened the door. The tiger entered the house saying “I will make dinner. Wait here.”

Then, the brother saw the tiger’s tail.

“It’s not Mom. It’s a tiger,” said the brother.

“What should we do?” said the sister.

“We have to run away from here,” said the brother.

The children ran out of the house and climbed up a tree near the well. The tiger looked for them here and there. Then, he saw the children’s face reflected on the water inside the well.

“Oh, you are in the well. I will scoop you up with this bowl,” said the tiger.

The sister in the tree laughed at the tiger. “Oh, you are in the tree.”

The tiger tried to climb up the tree. But he could not do it.

“How did you climb up the tree?” said the tiger.

“We used oil,” lied the brother.

The tiger rubbed some oil on his hands. And he tried to climb up the tree. But he only slid down. Laughing at the tiger, the sister told the secret of how to climb up.

“You could use an ax,” said the sister. Then the tiger made small cuts on the tree with an ax. Then, he could climb up the tree.

The children were frightened so they prayed to God. “If you want us to live, please hand down a rope,” pleaded the children as they looked up towards God.

Then a rope came down from the sky. The children held onto it and went up to the sky.

The tiger could not catch the children. The tiger prayed to God, too.

“If you want me to catch them, please hand down a rope.”

Then another rope came down from the sky. The tiger held onto it and went up to the sky. But the rope was rotten. The tiger fell down.

The children went up to the sky. The brother became the sun. And the sister became the moon.

“I am scared of the night,” said the sister.

“I will be the moon for you instead,” said the brother.

So the brother became the moon. And the sister became the sun.

What can be infer from the text?

• The woman could find her children

• The tiger ate all the family member

• The tiger could not catch the children

• The brother becomes the sun

• God helps all his creatures

The word “pleaded” has the closest meaning with....

• begged

• replied

• whispered

• spoke

• pleased

Once upon a time, there lived a poor woman with her son and daughter. She did chores for other families for a living. One day, she went to work for a rich man’s party and got some rice cakes there.

“My children must be hungry,” said the woman hurrying home.

On the way home, she met a big tiger. “Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” said the tiger. The woman gave a piece of rice cake to the tiger. But the tiger kept following the woman.

“Give me a piece of rice cake. Then I will not eat you,” repeated the tiger. The woman gave another piece of rice cake to the tiger. The tiger kept asking her for more rice cakes. She gave away all the rice cakes to the tiger. Now she had no more rice cake. So the tiger ate her.

Now the tiger put on her clothes and went to her house. He pretended to be the children’s mom. “Open the door, dear,” said the tiger.

“You are not my mom. Your voice is too hoarse. Her voice is soft,” said the brother.

“Oh, is it? Hmm, I have a cold.”

“Then, show me your hands,” said the sister.

The tiger showed his hands to them.

“Your hands are too hairy and dark. Her hands are white,” said the brother.

The tiger covered his hands with flour. And he showed his white hands to the children. Then the children opened the door. The tiger entered the house saying “I will make dinner. Wait here.”

Then, the brother saw the tiger’s tail.

“It’s not Mom. It’s a tiger,” said the brother.

“What should we do?” said the sister.

“We have to run away from here,” said the brother.

The children ran out of the house and climbed up a tree near the well. The tiger looked for them here and there. Then, he saw the children’s face reflected on the water inside the well.

“Oh, you are in the well. I will scoop you up with this bowl,” said the tiger.

The sister in the tree laughed at the tiger. “Oh, you are in the tree.”

The tiger tried to climb up the tree. But he could not do it.

“How did you climb up the tree?” said the tiger.

“We used oil,” lied the brother.

The tiger rubbed some oil on his hands. And he tried to climb up the tree. But he only slid down. Laughing at the tiger, the sister told the secret of how to climb up.

“You could use an ax,” said the sister. Then the tiger made small cuts on the tree with an ax. Then, he could climb up the tree.

The children were frightened so they prayed to God. “If you want us to live, please hand down a rope,” pleaded the children as they looked up towards God.

Then a rope came down from the sky. The children held onto it and went up to the sky.

The tiger could not catch the children. The tiger prayed to God, too.

“If you want me to catch them, please hand down a rope.”

Then another rope came down from the sky. The tiger held onto it and went up to the sky. But the rope was rotten. The tiger fell down.

The children went up to the sky. The brother became the sun. And the sister became the moon.

“I am scared of the night,” said the sister.

“I will be the moon for you instead,” said the brother.

So the brother became the moon. And the sister became the sun.

The followings are the setting of the story, except.........

• well

• tree

• house

• rope

• sky

Once upon a time, a widow lived with her little son, Brendan, in the wilds of northern England, and she liked to tell him tales of the fairies that lived in the woods.

The boy loved the stories, but he never believed they were true. Still, whenever the widow wished Brendan to do her bidding, she told him tales of the fairies, especially the devilish ones.

"You must watch out for them," she always said, "for the fairies can be wily tricksters."

"OK, Mother," he always said with a smile, for he didn't believe her one bit.

One wintry night when Brendan was 10, he and his mother sat by the fire. She was knitting woolen socks for her boy, and he was playing with his favorite toys. He especially loved his train set, which he had gotten for Christmas.

The evening wore on, and Brendan played happily until the clock struck nine. That's when his mother said, "Son, it's time to go to bed."

"Oh, Mother, it's so warm by the fire. Please, let me stay here a while and play some more."

"A little while, then," the widow said. She kept knitting as she rocked and hummed a little, and Brendan continued playing. Time passed.

Then the clock struck 10, and the widow said, "OK, little boy, it's time to go to bed."

Once again, Brendan complained. "It's so nice by the fire. Please, Mother. Let me stay."

The widow was tired and in no mood to argue, so a little time passed. Finally, she'd had enough.

"OK, son, I'm tired of this. Put the toys away. You have to go to bed or the fairies will come along and take you!"

She stood and put her knitting in her basket. Up the stairs she climbed, all the while calling behind her, "Come along, son. Beware of the fairies. They'll be here soon!"

But Brendan was a willful child, and instead of following, he only smiled. He was glad his mother had gone away. He pulled his sweater close and shifted closer to the fire. Just as he did that, he heard a whooshing sound, and out of the smoke in the fireplace stepped a little fairy.

She was a beautiful little thing with shining eyes and golden hair. She was only the size of a doll. At first Brendan thought he was dreaming. Perhaps he had fallen asleep after all and invented this little creature.

But when he reached out and touched her hand, he knew she was real. Her smile was kind, and so he said, "Hello. What's your name?"

"Ainsel," she said, with a haughty toss of her head.

Brendan just grinned, for he knew Ainsel meant "Own Self."

So when she asked, "What is your name?" he said, "My Ainsel," or, My Own Self.

Two could play this game, you see.

A moment later, the two of them were playing like children who had known each other all their lives. They played with trains, blocks, puzzles and balls. They were laughing and enjoying themselves.

As time passed, the fire began to grow dim, so Brendan reached out and took the poker to stir up the coals. He was poking at the coals when one of the hot coals accidentally fell upon the little fairy's foot. She howled, and as she did, Brendan heard another voice roaring down the fireplace.

"Who's done that? Who's hurt my child?" the voice bellowed.

"My Ainsel," the fairy answered. "My Ainsel did it!"

Just as she said that, Brendan's mother came running down the stairs. That roar had awakened her.

When she reached the sitting room, she could only stop and stare. There was a pretty little fairy leaping up and down, tending to her 10 burned toes, and there was Brendan, staring up the chimney, listening to that voice roaring down, "I'll kick you up this chimney! I will!"

When she heard that, Brendan's mother ran and grabbed her little boy in her arms. She hurried up the stairs, running away from those fairies.

By morning, the fire had burned itself out and the fairies were gone.

From that day on, Brendan obeyed his mother -- no matter what she told him to do. And whenever she mentioned the fairies, he shivered just a little bit. That is how he learned that fairies were real. He understood that they could be fun, but sometimes they did the work of the devil, too. Most of all, he'd learned that it was silly to play with fire, or fairies.

What made Brendan refused to go to bed?

• He could not feel sleepy

• He still enjoyed playing

• The weather was good

• He was scared alone in room

• He accompanied his Mom

Once upon a time, a widow lived with her little son, Brendan, in the wilds of northern England, and she liked to tell him tales of the fairies that lived in the woods.

The boy loved the stories, but he never believed they were true. Still, whenever the widow wished Brendan to do her bidding, she told him tales of the fairies, especially the devilish ones.

"You must watch out for them," she always said, "for the fairies can be wily tricksters."

"OK, Mother," he always said with a smile, for he didn't believe her one bit.

One wintry night when Brendan was 10, he and his mother sat by the fire. She was knitting woolen socks for her boy, and he was playing with his favorite toys. He especially loved his train set, which he had gotten for Christmas.

The evening wore on, and Brendan played happily until the clock struck nine. That's when his mother said, "Son, it's time to go to bed."

"Oh, Mother, it's so warm by the fire. Please, let me stay here a while and play some more."

"A little while, then," the widow said. She kept knitting as she rocked and hummed a little, and Brendan continued playing. Time passed.

Then the clock struck 10, and the widow said, "OK, little boy, it's time to go to bed."

Once again, Brendan complained. "It's so nice by the fire. Please, Mother. Let me stay."

The widow was tired and in no mood to argue, so a little time passed. Finally, she'd had enough.

"OK, son, I'm tired of this. Put the toys away. You have to go to bed or the fairies will come along and take you!"

She stood and put her knitting in her basket. Up the stairs she climbed, all the while calling behind her, "Come along, son. Beware of the fairies. They'll be here soon!"

But Brendan was a willful child, and instead of following, he only smiled. He was glad his mother had gone away. He pulled his sweater close and shifted closer to the fire. Just as he did that, he heard a whooshing sound, and out of the smoke in the fireplace stepped a little fairy.

She was a beautiful little thing with shining eyes and golden hair. She was only the size of a doll. At first Brendan thought he was dreaming. Perhaps he had fallen asleep after all and invented this little creature.

But when he reached out and touched her hand, he knew she was real. Her smile was kind, and so he said, "Hello. What's your name?"

"Ainsel," she said, with a haughty toss of her head.

Brendan just grinned, for he knew Ainsel meant "Own Self."

So when she asked, "What is your name?" he said, "My Ainsel," or, My Own Self.

Two could play this game, you see.

A moment later, the two of them were playing like children who had known each other all their lives. They played with trains, blocks, puzzles and balls. They were laughing and enjoying themselves.

As time passed, the fire began to grow dim, so Brendan reached out and took the poker to stir up the coals. He was poking at the coals when one of the hot coals accidentally fell upon the little fairy's foot. She howled, and as she did, Brendan heard another voice roaring down the fireplace.

"Who's done that? Who's hurt my child?" the voice bellowed.

"My Ainsel," the fairy answered. "My Ainsel did it!"

Just as she said that, Brendan's mother came running down the stairs. That roar had awakened her.

When she reached the sitting room, she could only stop and stare. There was a pretty little fairy leaping up and down, tending to her 10 burned toes, and there was Brendan, staring up the chimney, listening to that voice roaring down, "I'll kick you up this chimney! I will!"

When she heard that, Brendan's mother ran and grabbed her little boy in her arms. She hurried up the stairs, running away from those fairies.

By morning, the fire had burned itself out and the fairies were gone.

From that day on, Brendan obeyed his mother -- no matter what she told him to do. And whenever she mentioned the fairies, he shivered just a little bit. That is how he learned that fairies were real. He understood that they could be fun, but sometimes they did the work of the devil, too. Most of all, he'd learned that it was silly to play with fire, or fairy.

How was Brendan’s feeling when he saw a fairy?

• happy

• scared

• upset

• doubtful

• shocked

Once upon a time, a widow lived with her little son, Brendan, in the wilds of northern England, and she liked to tell him tales of the fairies that lived in the woods.

The boy loved the stories, but he never believed they were true. Still, whenever the widow wished Brendan to do her bidding, she told him tales of the fairies, especially the devilish ones.

"You must watch out for them," she always said, "for the fairies can be wily tricksters."

"OK, Mother," he always said with a smile, for he didn't believe her one bit.

One wintry night when Brendan was 10, he and his mother sat by the fire. She was knitting woolen socks for her boy, and he was playing with his favorite toys. He especially loved his train set, which he had gotten for Christmas.

The evening wore on, and Brendan played happily until the clock struck nine. That's when his mother said, "Son, it's time to go to bed."

"Oh, Mother, it's so warm by the fire. Please, let me stay here a while and play some more."

"A little while, then," the widow said. She kept knitting as she rocked and hummed a little, and Brendan continued playing. Time passed.

Then the clock struck 10, and the widow said, "OK, little boy, it's time to go to bed."

Once again, Brendan complained. "It's so nice by the fire. Please, Mother. Let me stay."

The widow was tired and in no mood to argue, so a little time passed. Finally, she'd had enough.

"OK, son, I'm tired of this. Put the toys away. You have to go to bed or the fairies will come along and take you!"

She stood and put her knitting in her basket. Up the stairs she climbed, all the while calling behind her, "Come along, son. Beware of the fairies. They'll be here soon!"

But Brendan was a willful child, and instead of following, he only smiled. He was glad his mother had gone away. He pulled his sweater close and shifted closer to the fire. Just as he did that, he heard a whooshing sound, and out of the smoke in the fireplace stepped a little fairy.

She was a beautiful little thing with shining eyes and golden hair. She was only the size of a doll. At first Brendan thought he was dreaming. Perhaps he had fallen asleep after all and invented this little creature.

But when he reached out and touched her hand, he knew she was real. Her smile was kind, and so he said, "Hello. What's your name?"

"Ainsel," she said, with a haughty toss of her head.

Brendan just grinned, for he knew Ainsel meant "Own Self."

So when she asked, "What is your name?" he said, "My Ainsel," or, My Own Self.

Two could play this game, you see.

A moment later, the two of them were playing like children who had known each other all their lives. They played with trains, blocks, puzzles and balls. They were laughing and enjoying themselves.

As time passed, the fire began to grow dim, so Brendan reached out and took the poker to stir up the coals. He was poking at the coals when one of the hot coals accidentally fell upon the little fairy's foot. She howled, and as she did, Brendan heard another voice roaring down the fireplace.

"Who's done that? Who's hurt my child?" the voice bellowed.

"My Ainsel," the fairy answered. "My Ainsel did it!"

Just as she said that, Brendan's mother came running down the stairs. That roar had awakened her.

When she reached the sitting room, she could only stop and stare. There was a pretty little fairy leaping up and down, tending to her 10 burned toes, and there was Brendan, staring up the chimney, listening to that voice roaring down, "I'll kick you up this chimney! I will!"

When she heard that, Brendan's mother ran and grabbed her little boy in her arms. She hurried up the stairs, running away from those fairies.

By morning, the fire had burned itself out and the fairies were gone.

From that day on, Brendan obeyed his mother -- no matter what she told him to do. And whenever she mentioned the fairies, he shivered just a little bit. That is how he learned that fairies were real. He understood that they could be fun, but sometimes they did the work of the devil, too. Most of all, he'd learned that it was silly to play with fire, or fairies.

When did the climax of the story?

• When Brendan's mother came running down the stairs

• Brendan heard another voice roaring down the fireplace

• When little fairy howled and leaping up and down

• When one of the coals accidentally fell on fairy’s foot

• When Brendan’s mother took him away from the fairies

Once upon a time, a widow lived with her little son, Brendan, in the wilds of northern England, and she liked to tell him tales of the fairies that lived in the woods.

The boy loved the stories, but he never believed they were true. Still, whenever the widow wished Brendan to do her bidding, she told him tales of the fairies, especially the devilish ones.

"You must watch out for them," she always said, "for the fairies can be wily tricksters."

"OK, Mother," he always said with a smile, for he didn't believe her one bit.

One wintry night when Brendan was 10, he and his mother sat by the fire. She was knitting woolen socks for her boy, and he was playing with his favorite toys. He especially loved his train set, which he had gotten for Christmas.

The evening wore on, and Brendan played happily until the clock struck nine. That's when his mother said, "Son, it's time to go to bed."

"Oh, Mother, it's so warm by the fire. Please, let me stay here a while and play some more."

"A little while, then," the widow said. She kept knitting as she rocked and hummed a little, and Brendan continued playing. Time passed.

Then the clock struck 10, and the widow said, "OK, little boy, it's time to go to bed."

Once again, Brendan complained. "It's so nice by the fire. Please, Mother. Let me stay."

The widow was tired and in no mood to argue, so a little time passed. Finally, she'd had enough.

"OK, son, I'm tired of this. Put the toys away. You have to go to bed or the fairies will come along and take you!"

She stood and put her knitting in her basket. Up the stairs she climbed, all the while calling behind her, "Come along, son. Beware of the fairies. They'll be here soon!"

But Brendan was a willful child, and instead of following, he only smiled. He was glad his mother had gone away. He pulled his sweater close and shifted closer to the fire. Just as he did that, he heard a whooshing sound, and out of the smoke in the fireplace stepped a little fairy.

She was a beautiful little thing with shining eyes and golden hair. She was only the size of a doll. At first Brendan thought he was dreaming. Perhaps he had fallen asleep after all and invented this little creature.

But when he reached out and touched her hand, he knew she was real. Her smile was kind, and so he said, "Hello. What's your name?"

"Ainsel," she said, with a haughty toss of her head.

Brendan just grinned, for he knew Ainsel meant "Own Self."

So when she asked, "What is your name?" he said, "My Ainsel," or, My Own Self.

Two could play this game, you see.

A moment later, the two of them were playing like children who had known each other all their lives. They played with trains, blocks, puzzles and balls. They were laughing and enjoying themselves.

As time passed, the fire began to grow dim, so Brendan reached out and took the poker to stir up the coals. He was poking at the coals when one of the hot coals accidentally fell upon the little fairy's foot. She howled, and as she did, Brendan heard another voice roaring down the fireplace.

"Who's done that? Who's hurt my child?" the voice bellowed.

"My Ainsel," the fairy answered. "My Ainsel did it!"

Just as she said that, Brendan's mother came running down the stairs. That roar had awakened her.

When she reached the sitting room, she could only stop and stare. There was a pretty little fairy leaping up and down, tending to her 10 burned toes, and there was Brendan, staring up the chimney, listening to that voice roaring down, "I'll kick you up this chimney! I will!"

When she heard that, Brendan's mother ran and grabbed her little boy in her arms. She hurried up the stairs, running away from those fairies.

By morning, the fire had burned itself out and the fairies were gone.

From that day on, Brendan obeyed his mother -- no matter what she told him to do. And whenever she mentioned the fairies, he shivered just a little bit. That is how he learned that fairies were real. He understood that they could be fun, but sometimes they did the work of the devil, too. Most of all, he'd learned that it was silly to play with fire, or fairies.

What is the lesson we got from the story?

• We have to adhere what our parents asking to do

• We have to sleep based on the schedule

• We have to be careful when playing with friends

• Do not play with fairy and even the strangers

• Fairy can be a good and scary creature

Once upon a time, a widow lived with her little son, Brendan, in the wilds of northern England, and she liked to tell him tales of the fairies that lived in the woods.

The boy loved the stories, but he never believed they were true. Still, whenever the widow wished Brendan to do her bidding, she told him tales of the fairies, especially the devilish ones.

"You must watch out for them," she always said, "for the fairies can be wily tricksters."

"OK, Mother," he always said with a smile, for he didn't believe her one bit.

One wintry night when Brendan was 10, he and his mother sat by the fire. She was knitting woolen socks for her boy, and he was playing with his favorite toys. He especially loved his train set, which he had gotten for Christmas.

The evening wore on, and Brendan played happily until the clock struck nine. That's when his mother said, "Son, it's time to go to bed."

"Oh, Mother, it's so warm by the fire. Please, let me stay here a while and play some more."

"A little while, then," the widow said. She kept knitting as she rocked and hummed a little, and Brendan continued playing. Time passed.

Then the clock struck 10, and the widow said, "OK, little boy, it's time to go to bed."

Once again, Brendan complained. "It's so nice by the fire. Please, Mother. Let me stay."

The widow was tired and in no mood to argue, so a little time passed. Finally, she'd had enough.

"OK, son, I'm tired of this. Put the toys away. You have to go to bed or the fairies will come along and take you!"

She stood and put her knitting in her basket. Up the stairs she climbed, all the while calling behind her, "Come along, son. Beware of the fairies. They'll be here soon!"

But Brendan was a willful child, and instead of following, he only smiled. He was glad his mother had gone away. He pulled his sweater close and shifted closer to the fire. Just as he did that, he heard a whooshing sound, and out of the smoke in the fireplace stepped a little fairy.

She was a beautiful little thing with shining eyes and golden hair. She was only the size of a doll. At first Brendan thought he was dreaming. Perhaps he had fallen asleep after all and invented this little creature.

But when he reached out and touched her hand, he knew she was real. Her smile was kind, and so he said, "Hello. What's your name?"

"Ainsel," she said, with a haughty toss of her head.

Brendan just grinned, for he knew Ainsel meant "Own Self."

So when she asked, "What is your name?" he said, "My Ainsel," or, My Own Self.

Two could play this game, you see.

A moment later, the two of them were playing like children who had known each other all their lives. They played with trains, blocks, puzzles and balls. They were laughing and enjoying themselves.

As time passed, the fire began to grow dim, so Brendan reached out and took the poker to stir up the coals. He was poking at the coals when one of the hot coals accidentally fell upon the little fairy's foot. She howled, and as she did, Brendan heard another voice roaring down the fireplace.

"Who's done that? Who's hurt my child?" the voice bellowed.

"My Ainsel," the fairy answered. "My Ainsel did it!"

Just as she said that, Brendan's mother came running down the stairs. That roar had awakened her.

When she reached the sitting room, she could only stop and stare. There was a pretty little fairy leaping up and down, tending to her 10 burned toes, and there was Brendan, staring up the chimney, listening to that voice roaring down, "I'll kick you up this chimney! I will!"

When she heard that, Brendan's mother ran and grabbed her little boy in her arms. She hurried up the stairs, running away from those fairies.

By morning, the fire had burned itself out and the fairies were gone.

From that day on, Brendan obeyed his mother -- no matter what she told him to do. And whenever she mentioned the fairies, he shivered just a little bit. That is how he learned that fairies were real. He understood that they could be fun, but sometimes they did the work of the devil, too. Most of all, he'd learned that it was silly to play with fire, or fairies.

...Just as she said that, Brendan's mother came running down the stairs.. The word she refers to......

• Doll

• Widow

• Brendan's mother

• Fairy's mother

• Little fairy