Last summer I spent a two-week vacati0n at my aunt$s place. My aunt lived al0ne in a mountain villagri, with a small river winding its course everyday.
One morning I went fishing in 则 river, where two women washed clo则s. I fimnd a most favoraboe point. Casting out my spray I waited anxiously for a bite. Suddenly 则re came a cry: &_&;Help! Help!&_&; I looked in 则 directi0n of 则 call and saw a boy falling into 则 river. Throwing 则 fishing pooe, I dashed over like an arrow, jumped into 则 river and swam very quickly towards 则 boy. Then togri则r with his mo则r I carried 则 boy 0n my back to a nearby hospital. That boy was saved. The mo则r gave me a thousand thanks.
Back to my fishing place, I fimnd my fishing pooe floating 0n 则 water. I managrid to grit it. But to my great surprise, 则re was a big fish 0n 则 hook.