My First and My Last
When George was thirty-five,he bought a small plane and learned to fly it.He soon became very good and made his plane do all kinds of tricks.
George had a friend.His name was Mark.One day George offered to take Mark up in his plane.Mark thought,"I've travelled in a big plane several times,but I've never been in a small one,so I'll go."
They went up,and George flew around for half an hour and did all kinds of tricks in the air.
When they came down again,Mark was very glad to be back safely,and he said to his friend in a shaking voice,"Well,George,thank you very much for those two trips in your plane."
Gerogy was very surprised and said,"Two trips?"
"Yes,my first and my last," answered Mark
Mr.Johnson had never been up in an aerophane before and he had read a lot about air accidents,so one day when a friend offered to take him for a ride in his own small phane,Mr.Johnson was very worried about accepting.Finally,however,his friend persuaded him that it was very safe,and Mr.Johnson boarded the plane.
His friend started the engine and began to taxi onto the runway of the airport.Mr.Johnson had heard that the most dangerous part of a flight were the take-off and the landing,so he was extremely frightened and closed his eyes.
After a minute or two he opened them again,looked out of the window of the plane,and said to his friend,"Look at those people down there.They look as small as ants,don't they?"
"Those are ants," answered his friend."We're still on the ground."
An old gentleman whose eyesight was failing came to stay in a hotel room with a bottle of wine in each hand.On the wall there was a fly which he took for a nail.So the moment he hung them on,the bottles fell broken and the wine spilt all over the floor.When a waitress discovered what had happened,she showed deep sympathy for him and decided to do him a favour.
So the next morning when he was out taking a walk in the roof garden,she hammered a nail exactly where the fly had stayed.
Now the old man entered his room.The smell of the spilt wine reminded him of the accident.When he looked up at the wall,he found the fly was there again!He walked to it carefully adn slapped it with all his strength.On hearing a loud cry,the kind-hearted waitress rushed in.To her great surprise,the poor old man was there sitting on the floor,his teeth clenched and his right hand bleeding!
