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 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(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(