2. What does Mom cook for the supper?
3. Is the supper tasty?
4. Who is not polite?
5. Why does Timmy have a toothache?
True or false?
1. The Mother brings a lot of apples.
2. Betsy is not polite.
3. Rex has got a toothache.
4. The candy is in Timmy’s stomach.
5. Timmy and the Mother go to the dentist.
Guess the riddles
1.It is very tasty for puppies, they can eat it a lot. It is good for dog’s teeth.
2. It is very sweet and yummy, but it bad for your teeth.
Today my friends are coming to visit us. They are my classmates. They are poodles. They are two boys. Their names are Bob and Bill. They are twin brothers. Bob is black. Bill is black too, but his paws are white. They are good puppies; kind and polite.
“Hello,” says Bill.
“Hello, how are you?” asks Bob.
“Hello, my friends! We are fine. Come in. We are glad to see you!” I say. “Do you want to play?”
“Yes, we do!” says Bill
“What game are we going to play?” asks Bob.
“We are going to play hide-and-seek,” I answer.
“Great idea,” says Bill.
“Betsy, Timmy, do you want to play with us?
“Yes, we do!” Betsy and Timmy answer.
“Ok let’s start to play!” I say. “I am leading!”
We start to play. I stand in front of the cupboard. I close my eyes.
I count “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten.”
Then I open my eyes. I start to search. There are two big armchairs in the living room. One armchair is blue and one armchair is yellow. I look behind the yellow armchair and I see Bill!
“Hello, Bill,” I say.
Then I go to the blue armchair. I look behind it. I see Betsy! There is a big box in the room. I open the big box and look in it. The box is empty.
“Where are Bob and Timmy?” I say to myself. “I want to find them”.
There is a big brown sofa in the living room. I look under the sofa and see Bob.
“Hello, Bob!” I say. But where is Timmy? I look under the chair, but Timmy is not there. I look under the table, but Timmy is not there. I look in the cupboard but Timmy is not there.
Then I look up. I see a big lamp on the ceiling. Timmy is sitting on the lamp!
“Timmy! You can’t sit on the lamp! You are not a kitten, you are a puppy,” I say.
“No I can sit on the lamp,” Timmy says. “I can jump on the chair, then I can jump on the table, then I can jump on the cupboard. From the cupboard, I can jump on the lamp.”