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The Boy Who never Listened

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One day a mother said to her son, "I must go out now and do some shopping. I want you to look after the house."

"Yes, mother," the boy said. But he was not listening. He was interested only in his game.

"There are three people will come to the house: first the butcher, then my friend and lastly a beggar," his mother explained. "Are you listening to me?!" cried the mother.

"Yes, Mom," said the boy, but his eyes didn't leave his game.

"Very well, when the butcher comes, tell him that his meat is too fat and he must never come here again!" ordered the mother. "Ask my friend to come in and give her a cup of tea. Finally give the pile of old clothes by the door to the beggar. Do you understand??"

"All right Mom," answered the boy but still playing with his game.

The mother went out and soon there was a knock at the door. The boy put his game down and went to open it. He saw a pile of clothes by the door.
"These are for you," he handed the pile of clothes over the one who knock the door and went back to continue his game.

A few minutes later there was another knock at the door. He ran to open it.
"You are too FAT!!!" he yelled to the second one who knock the door.
"My Mom said you're not allowed to come here again!!" He slammed the door and got his game on again.

A little later there was a third knock at the door. The boy came to open it.
"Come in, I'll make you a cup of tea, my Mom will be back soon."

His mother came home and found the beggar in the living room drinking tea.
"Oh No!!!" She cried, "If the beggar is drinking tea, what did you say to my friend???!"


(P.S: kalo gak salah ide cerita ini saya ambil dari buku pelajaran bahasa SMP)
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