When I was young, my grandmother used to tell me stories. I’d like to 1 with you one of my favorites.
Once, there was a young boy. He was very 2 because he couldn’t keep his friends. He asked his father why this was so. His father 3 replied, “Son, each time you say or do something that 4 one of your friends, hammer(锤) a piece of wood into the 5 篱笆) out of the wood. .” The curious boy did as he was told and soon he made fence(
