A dog entered a butcher's shop with a note in his mouth. The note read, "$10 of lamb chops(羊排), please."

    The butcher was very (surprise). He took the money, put a bag of chops in the (dog)mouth, and then he closed the shop (quick).He followed the dog and watched him wait for a green light. Then the dog crossed the road to a bus stop. He checked the timetable and sat on the bench. When a bus arrived, the dog checked the number and got it.

    As the bus travelled out into the countryside, the dog enjoyed the scenery. After while, he stood on his back paws(爪子)(push)the "stop" button. Then the butcher followed (he)off.

    The dog ran up to a house and dropped his bag on the ground. He went back down the path, took a big run, and (throw)himself against the door. No answer. He repeated the action a few times. Then a big man opened the door started complaining about the dos and beating him.

    Seeing this, the butcher ran up and shouted at the man, "What are you doing? This dog is a genius!" The man replied, "Genius? No way！He has forgotten his key for the (four)time this month!"

    July is the time for some students to say goodbye to their mother schools. Every time it comes, I will think of my old deskmate, Xiaowei. She is the most unforgettable classmate in my junior high school life. It has been many years since I graduated, but she is still in my mind clearly.

    Xiaowei was a lovely girl with long black hair. On hot days, her hair was sometimes seen to be tied up. She was always wearing a sweet smile. She was an artistic(文艺范的)girl who showed up before me every day. She loved reading novels and drawing.

    She liked reading different kinds of novels, especially on history. She could finish reading a historical novel as thick as our Chinese textbook at an amazing speed.

    Whenever she had free time, she would take out a drawing note and start drawing cartoons with a pencil. She drew from characters' heads to eyes and to faces, but the characters were always long-haired and wide-eyed. One day I couldn't help asking," Why don't you colour them?" She answered simply, "Because I don't have enough time." She kept her works as a secret and never talked about them with others. When we were told that she had won a prize in the drawing competition in her group, my classmates felt surprised.

    There is a folk song called My Old Deskmate, which is sung widely among people of different ages. It was created because the creator, Gao Xiaosong, had never forgotten his deskmate. Whenever I hear it, I will think of Xiaowei. How are you, my old deskmate?

—They were so excited that they couldn't say a word.

—You're right. I think I need a holiday.

—Oh, what a ________ boy he is!

—Oh, ________! We will have a family party that day.

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