A long time ago, there was a huge huge apple tree. A little boy came and 61 (lie) under it every day.He would climb to the tree top, eat the apples, and take a nap 62 the shade. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.
In the 63 (follow) years, the boy came and cut the branches to build a house, used the trunk on 64 he used to climb to make a boat and then never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned. “Sorry, my boy, 65 I don't have anything for you anymore. No more 66 (apple) for you...” The tree said. “I don't have teeth 67 (bite),” the boy replied. “no more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am
68 old for that now,” the boy said. “I really can’t give you anything...the only thing 69 (leave) is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears. “I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I’m tired after all these years,” the boy replied. “Good! Old tree roots are 70 best place to lean on and rest. Come, come, sit down with me and rest.” The boy sat down and the tree was glad, smiling with tears.