level 1, 2, and 3
this part is the short story that you should be able to describe it
this one is for level1
Kevin likes cars. He reads about cars in magazines and he watches shows about cars on TV. His head is full of cars!
He tells his parents, "Please, please, please, could you buy me a car?"
"No," says Kevin's mom, "You are too young to drive a car. This is dangerous."
"No," says Kevin's dad, "A car is very expensive. We can't buy you a car now."
Kevin is very sad. He wants a car. He wants a fast red sports car!
He decides to build one! He buys books and reads about the subject. He hangs around at the garage and watches the mechanics fix the cars. It is very interesting for him and he has a lot of fun.
Finally, he starts building his own car! He tells his parents about it. His father doesn't believe him. He says it's too difficult. His mother says she is worried. She doesn't want him to do anything dangerous.
After two months, Kevin invites his parents to see his creation. His parents are surprised! It is beautiful! It is red! It is shiny! It is a big toy sports car! Kevin can sit inside it and drive!
Kevin's parents are very happy and proud. Kevin's dad says: "I was sure you can do it!"
Kevin's mom says: "I was sure it was not dangerous!"
Kevin smiles and drives away.
:this one is for level 2
This Short Story Foolish Imitation is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.
Long ago, a hawk lived on the top of a hill. At the foot of the hill there was a banyan tree on which a crow used to perch everyday. The crow was very foolish. He would imitate everyone.
The hawk atop the hill would fly down everyday in search of food. The crow watched the hawk circling in the air for long hours and swooping down when he saw his prey. The hawk gifted with eyes that could see long distances would spot his prey from the hill top and then fly down to pounce upon the prey.
The crow watched the hawk thinking, “Hunh! If the hawk can do that, I too can. What does he think? One day, I will show the hawk that I can do the same thing.”
A few days later, as the hawk was circling in the air, the crow decided to do the same. Suddenly a baby rabbit came out of the bushes. The hawk saw it and the crow too saw the rabbit.
Before the crow could move, the hawk swooped down, caught hold of the rabbit in his strong sharp talons and flew away. “Swoosh!” was all the crow heard as the hawk disappeared in the sky with his prey. “Hmmph! That is no great skill,” thought the crow, angrily.
Next moment he spotted a big fat mouse coming out of a hole. Without wasting time, the crow swooped down. Like the hawk he tried to catch the mouse in his claws.
But the mouse saw the crow and moved away, the crow crashed against the hill. “Eeeaaa!” cried the crow in pain.
Just then the hawk came flying down. “I hope, now you know it is not easy to hunt and it is not easy to imitate, either,” said the hawk and flew away.
There after, the crow never imitated any one in its life. It lived happily with the god-given abilities.
and this one is for level3
the first page of david copperfield by charles dickens
I AM BORN
whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life,
or whether that station will be held by anybody else,
these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning
of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed
and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was
remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry,
In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it
was declared by the nurse, and by some sage women in
the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me
several months before there was any possibility of our becoming
personally acquainted, first, that I was destined to
be unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged to see
ghosts and spirits; both these gifts inevitably attaching, as
they believed, to all unlucky infants of either gender, born
towards the small hours on a Friday night.
I need say nothing here, on the first head, because
nothing can show better than my history whether that prediction
was verified or falsified by the result. On the second
branch of the question, I will only remark, that unless I ran
through that part of my inheritance while I was still a baby,
I have not come into it yet. But I do not at all complain of
having been kept out of this property; and if anybody else
should be in the present enjoyment of it, he is heartily welcome
to keep it.
I was born with a caul, which was advertised for sale, in
the newspapers, at the low price of fifteen guineas. Whether
sea-going people were short of money about that time, or
were short of faith and preferred cork jackets, I don’t know;
all I know is, that there was but one solitary bidding, and
that was from an attorney connected with the bill-broking
business, who offered two pounds in cash, and the balance
in sherry, but declined to be guaranteed from drowning on
any higher bargain. Consequently the advertisement was
withdrawn at a dead loss - for as to sherry, my poor dear
mother’s own sherry was in the market then - and ten years
afterwards, the caul was put up in a raffle down in our part
of the country, to fifty members at half-a-crown a head, the
winner to spend five shillings. I was present myself, and I
remember to have felt quite uncomfortable and confused,
at a part of myself being disposed of in that way. The caul
was won, I recollect, by an old lady with a hand-basket, who,
very reluctantly, produced from it the stipulated five shillings,
all in halfpence, and twopence halfpenny short - as
it took an immense time and a great waste of arithmetic,
to endeavour without any effect to prove to her. It is a fact
which will be long remembered as remarkable down there,
that she was never drowned, but died triumphantly in bed,