Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Elsa. I’m nine years old. I love reading and learning English. This is my family. My dad loves playing the guitar. So do I. We sometimes play the guitar joyfully together. My mom loves weaving scarves and sweaters. Look them, how beautiful they are. I have a good friend, Mr Fox. His grandma loves weaving things for him too. It’s winter now, so last week, Grandma had made Mr Fox some socks. “They will keep you warm at night, my dear Fox,” said Grandma. “Thank you, Grandma. I love it.” Said Mr Fox. He took the socks home in a long, red box. When he got home he put the box down on the table. Then he made his tea happily. After dinner, Mr Fox saw a hole in the box. “Who made that hole?” Said Mr Fox. He opened the box and looked in it. There was nothing wrong. Then he looked in the socks. “Oh, my dear, one, two, three. Three little mice, sleeping in my socks. ” Mr Fox got very angry , “this is not your home,” said Mr Fox. “It is my sock.” That night Mr Fox had a dream about his socks and the mice. In the dream, the mice are so cold in the snow. Next morning Mr Fox opened his door and saw the mice throbbing heavily. “Oh, dear!” Said Mr Fox. “Come in,” “You can have my socks. I do not need these black socks.” At night, the mice were sleeping in the thick and black socks warmly. “I have my own socks on my feet. And I never get holes in them. Good night!”
Thank you for your listening.
