John liked chocolates very much, but his mother never gave him any, because they were bad for his teeth, she thought. But .)ohn had a very nice grandfather. The old man loved his grandaon very much, and sometimes he brought John chocolates when he. camevisit him. Then his mother let him eat them, because she wantedmake the old man happy. One evening , a few days before John's seventh birthday , he was saying his prayershis bedroom before he wentbed. "Please, God," he shouted, "make them give me a big boxchocolates for my birthdaySaturday. " His mother wasthe kitchen, but she heard the small boy shouting and went into his bedroom quickly. "Why are you shouting, John?" she asked her son. "God can hear you when you talk quietly. " "I know," answered the clever boy with a smile, "but Grandfather'sthe next room, and he can't. "
You Are Too YoungBuy Alcohol
Later that day, Steve told the group that he had decidedgo backEdinburgh. "I wantsee the restthe Festival, " he explained. That evening, they all wenta pub for a final drink with Steve. They left a . message for Malc : GONE TO THE WHITE HORSE. SEE YOU THERE! Malc arrived back quite late. He went roundthe pub immediately. He was feeling very pleased with himself. BILL: How didgo, then? MALC: Oh, fantastic!took some really good photographs. I'm sureshall win that competition. LIsE: Well , you'd better buy us all a drink , then ! MALC: Yes... What would you all like? (Malc goesthe bar) I'd like four pintsbest bitter... oh, and two lagers and lime. BARMAN: ... Oh, excuse me, sir. How old are you? MALC: Sixteen. Why? BARMAN: Well, I'm afraid you're too youngbuy alcohol. You havebe eighteen, you know.
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the atoryyour partner.
An artist wenta beautiful partthe country for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Every day he went out with his paints and his brushes and painted from morningevening, and then whengot dark, he went backthe farm and had a good dinner before he wentbed. At the endhis holiday he wantedpay the farmer, but the farmer said, "No,do not want money - but give me oneyour pictures. Whatmoney? In a weekwill all be finished, but your painting will still be here. " The artist was very pleased and thanked the farmer for saying such kind things about his paintings. The farmer smiled and answered, "Itnot that.have a sonLondon. He wantabecome an artist. When he comes here next month,will show him your picture, and then he will not wantbe an artist any more,think. "