On New Year’s Eve in Japan, Buddhist temples ring their bells 108 times to welcome Toshigami, the New Year’s God. The Japanese also send thank-you cards called “nengajo” that wish a Happy New Year and give thanks to friends and relatives.

Where do people ________?

The Chinese Lunar New Year, or the “Spring Festival’, does not happen until late January or early February. Traditions vary across China, but many include cleaning. The grounds, the walls, and every corner of the house need to be cleaned to drive misfortunes away. Then the Chinese buy presents for loved ones, and children receive money in red paper envelopes.

Where do people ________?

In Ecuador, thousands of life-size dolls representing misfortunes from the past year are burnt in the streets. They are made from newspapers and pieces of wood, and at midnight everyone gathers outside their homes to burn the dolls together. Another interesting feature is that some men dress like women to ask for beer money. Kids will dress up too and ask for candy.

Where do people ________?

New Year Traditions

In the Czech Republic, fireworks light up the sky. In Prague, visitors can watch fantastic fireworks on the world-famous Charles Bridge after the clock strikes midnight. All across the country, people gather in pubs, clubs, and city squares to celebrate New Year.

Where do people ________?

Unidentified Farming Object

One night last summer, while my husband, Earl, watched television in the family room, I relaxed and read in our bedroom. It was another nice, peaceful night in our quiet rural neighbourhood. It was about 10 p.m., when Earl burst into the bedroom shouting, “Get up! There’s something in the pasture — it looks like a UFO! It’s all covered in lights and 1s heading straight for the house!”

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I jumped up, grabbed my housecoat and shoes, and ran outside with Earl to face whatever crisis was happening out there in the dark. And there it was, speeding directly toward us: an enormous object with light radiating all around it. The light was so blinding we couldn’t actually see the thing itself. For a second, I wondered if it really was a UFO. What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it was scary, coming out of nowhere, heading toward us at a high speed, lights blazing in the country darkness. But right before it reached the pasture fence, it made a fast turn. Without the lights shining directly in our eyes, we could see that it was a big high-powered tractor mower, lit up like Times Square on wheels.

That’s when we remembered that, several weeks earlier, we’d asked a neighbour if he knew anyone who could mow our pasture. He said he knew a fellow who planned to mow his hay nearby and might do ours at the same time, but he didn’t know when. After some time, we learnt that the tractor driver was in the hospital with back trouble. But as the weeks went by, we forgot the whole matter.

Apparently, the fellow had either recovered or had hired someone to mow his hay. Whoever it was, he or she decided to finish off the day by driving in through our open gate and doing our pasture after dark.

We were extremely relieved to see that our unexpected meeting had nothing to do with aliens determined to start their Earth invasion in our pasture. By the time our heart rates had settled down to normal, we burst into laughter.

Who says we don’t have excitement out in the country?

What can be inferred from the passage about Shirley and Earl?

Unidentified Farming Object

One night last summer, while my husband, Earl, watched television in the family room, I relaxed and read in our bedroom. It was another nice, peaceful night in our quiet rural neighbourhood. It was about 10 p.m., when Earl burst into the bedroom shouting, “Get up! There’s something in the pasture — it looks like a UFO! It’s all covered in lights and 1s heading straight for the house!”

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I jumped up, grabbed my housecoat and shoes, and ran outside with Earl to face whatever crisis was happening out there in the dark. And there it was, speeding directly toward us: an enormous object with light radiating all around it. The light was so blinding we couldn’t actually see the thing itself. For a second, I wondered if it really was a UFO. What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it was scary, coming out of nowhere, heading toward us at a high speed, lights blazing in the country darkness. But right before it reached the pasture fence, it made a fast turn. Without the lights shining directly in our eyes, we could see that it was a big high-powered tractor mower, lit up like Times Square on wheels.

That’s when we remembered that, several weeks earlier, we’d asked a neighbour if he knew anyone who could mow our pasture. He said he knew a fellow who planned to mow his hay nearby and might do ours at the same time, but he didn’t know when. After some time, we learnt that the tractor driver was in the hospital with back trouble. But as the weeks went by, we forgot the whole matter.

Apparently, the fellow had either recovered or had hired someone to mow his hay. Whoever it was, he or she decided to finish off the day by driving in through our open gate and doing our pasture after dark.

We were extremely relieved to see that our unexpected meeting had nothing to do with aliens determined to start their Earth invasion in our pasture. By the time our heart rates had settled down to normal, we burst into laughter.

Who says we don’t have excitement out in the country?

Why were Shirley and Earl surprised to see the tractor?

Unidentified Farming Object

One night last summer, while my husband, Earl, watched television in the family room, I relaxed and read in our bedroom. It was another nice, peaceful night in our quiet rural neighbourhood. It was about 10 p.m., when Earl burst into the bedroom shouting, “Get up! There’s something in the pasture — it looks like a UFO! It’s all covered in lights and 1s heading straight for the house!”

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I jumped up, grabbed my housecoat and shoes, and ran outside with Earl to face whatever crisis was happening out there in the dark. And there it was, speeding directly toward us: an enormous object with light radiating all around it. The light was so blinding we couldn’t actually see the thing itself. For a second, I wondered if it really was a UFO. What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it was scary, coming out of nowhere, heading toward us at a high speed, lights blazing in the country darkness. But right before it reached the pasture fence, it made a fast turn. Without the lights shining directly in our eyes, we could see that it was a big high-powered tractor mower, lit up like Times Square on wheels.

That’s when we remembered that, several weeks earlier, we’d asked a neighbour if he knew anyone who could mow our pasture. He said he knew a fellow who planned to mow his hay nearby and might do ours at the same time, but he didn’t know when. After some time, we learnt that the tractor driver was in the hospital with back trouble. But as the weeks went by, we forgot the whole matter.

Apparently, the fellow had either recovered or had hired someone to mow his hay. Whoever it was, he or she decided to finish off the day by driving in through our open gate and doing our pasture after dark.

We were extremely relieved to see that our unexpected meeting had nothing to do with aliens determined to start their Earth invasion in our pasture. By the time our heart rates had settled down to normal, we burst into laughter.

Who says we don’t have excitement out in the country?

Which of the following is NOT TRUE about the tractor?

Unidentified Farming Object

One night last summer, while my husband, Earl, watched television in the family room, I relaxed and read in our bedroom. It was another nice, peaceful night in our quiet rural neighbourhood. It was about 10 p.m., when Earl burst into the bedroom shouting, “Get up! There’s something in the pasture — it looks like a UFO! It’s all covered in lights and 1s heading straight for the house!”

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I jumped up, grabbed my housecoat and shoes, and ran outside with Earl to face whatever crisis was happening out there in the dark. And there it was, speeding directly toward us: an enormous object with light radiating all around it. The light was so blinding we couldn’t actually see the thing itself. For a second, I wondered if it really was a UFO. What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it was scary, coming out of nowhere, heading toward us at a high speed, lights blazing in the country darkness. But right before it reached the pasture fence, it made a fast turn. Without the lights shining directly in our eyes, we could see that it was a big high-powered tractor mower, lit up like Times Square on wheels.

That’s when we remembered that, several weeks earlier, we’d asked a neighbour if he knew anyone who could mow our pasture. He said he knew a fellow who planned to mow his hay nearby and might do ours at the same time, but he didn’t know when. After some time, we learnt that the tractor driver was in the hospital with back trouble. But as the weeks went by, we forgot the whole matter.

Apparently, the fellow had either recovered or had hired someone to mow his hay. Whoever it was, he or she decided to finish off the day by driving in through our open gate and doing our pasture after dark.

We were extremely relieved to see that our unexpected meeting had nothing to do with aliens determined to start their Earth invasion in our pasture. By the time our heart rates had settled down to normal, we burst into laughter.

Who says we don’t have excitement out in the country?

How did Shirley react to Earl’s words?

Unidentified Farming Object

One night last summer, while my husband, Earl, watched television in the family room, I relaxed and read in our bedroom. It was another nice, peaceful night in our quiet rural neighbourhood. It was about 10 p.m., when Earl burst into the bedroom shouting, “Get up! There’s something in the pasture — it looks like a UFO! It’s all covered in lights and 1s heading straight for the house!”

I felt my heart pounding against my chest as I jumped up, grabbed my housecoat and shoes, and ran outside with Earl to face whatever crisis was happening out there in the dark. And there it was, speeding directly toward us: an enormous object with light radiating all around it. The light was so blinding we couldn’t actually see the thing itself. For a second, I wondered if it really was a UFO. What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it was scary, coming out of nowhere, heading toward us at a high speed, lights blazing in the country darkness. But right before it reached the pasture fence, it made a fast turn. Without the lights shining directly in our eyes, we could see that it was a big high-powered tractor mower, lit up like Times Square on wheels.

That’s when we remembered that, several weeks earlier, we’d asked a neighbour if he knew anyone who could mow our pasture. He said he knew a fellow who planned to mow his hay nearby and might do ours at the same time, but he didn’t know when. After some time, we learnt that the tractor driver was in the hospital with back trouble. But as the weeks went by, we forgot the whole matter.

Apparently, the fellow had either recovered or had hired someone to mow his hay. Whoever it was, he or she decided to finish off the day by driving in through our open gate and doing our pasture after dark.

We were extremely relieved to see that our unexpected meeting had nothing to do with aliens determined to start their Earth invasion in our pasture. By the time our heart rates had settled down to normal, we burst into laughter.

Who says we don’t have excitement out in the country?

What happened to Earl and Shirley one night?

Which of the advertisements deals with ________?

Which of the advertisements deals with ________?

Which of the advertisements deals with ________?

Which of the advertisements deals with ________?

Which of the advertisements deals with ________?