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It was a
lovely spring afternoon. My classmates and I were playing1on
the playground when I let out a cry, "Ow! Ow! Something in my shoe is
biting me!"
Everyone
was shocked by the cry. They took me into a classroom and were about to take
off my shoe. "Which foot is it?" one asked. "Let2have
a look."
Suddenly,
I remembered the holes in my socks. My family was3poor
during those years that my parents couldn't buy me good socks. Instead, I wore
welfare socks,4cost only a little, but those cheap
socks didn't last long. They soon had holes at the bottom.
I refused5off
my shoes. I couldn't stand others seeing the holes in my socks. I tried to hold
back my tears. Yet, each time the thing in my shoe bit me, tears raced down my
face.
My
teacher, Miss Diane, hurried into6classroom. "What's
wrong?" she asked.
"Something is biting her right foot,7she
doesn't allow anyone to take off her shoe," one of my classmates answered.
Miss Diane
lived next door to me. She knew everything8my family. She put9hands
on my shaking shoulders and looked into my painful and hopeless eyes.
"Oh,
yes, it 10be a sock-eating ant," she said, as
if she had already seen the thing inside the shoe. "I remember 11I
had a bite from one of those ants. By the time I got my shoe off, it had eaten
almost the whole bottom of my sock." My classmates nodded while they were
listening to the teacher carefully, although they all looked a little12.
Miss Diane
took off my right shoe and sock and13them over the dustbin.
Two red ants fell into it. "Just what I thought. The ants have eaten part
of her sock." When she stroke an alcohol (酒精) cotton ball on the bites, she added, "you are14brave
girl to take so many bites."
The
alcohol felt cool on the bites and a little girl's pride15by
the "sock-eating ant" story.