A French writer tells a story about a cat and a parrot．
    A friend of his came to see him one day． The friend said， "I'm going away for a short time． Will you please look（1）a

fter

fter

my parrot for me？"
    The writer said he would do so， and his friend （2）b

rought

rought

the parrot to his house．
    The cat looked at the parrot with its eyes open （3）w

idely

idely

and wanted to know if it was a bird or not． If it was a bird， it would be nice to eat． Very （4）s

lowly

lowly

the cat came nearer and nearer． It was thinking how nice it would be to have this animal for his meal．
    The poor parrot was very（5）a

fraid

fraid

． It didn't know what to do at first． It（6）k

ept

ept

quiet and didn't move （7）u

ntil

ntil

the cat was near enough to jump on it． Then， suddenly， the parrot asked， "Do you have your breakfast？"
    The cat was very （8）s

urprised

urprised

． It ran away as fast as it could． Maybe it was saying to itself， "That thing can （9）s

peak

peak

． It （10）c

an't

an't

be a bird． It must be a man．"