{{B}}
Text{{/B}} Many years ago when the
summers seemed longer and life was less complicated, we had rented a cottage
{{U}}(26) {{/U}} a river in the heart of the country {{U}}(27)
{{/U}} the whole family was going to {{U}}(28) {{/U}} a three-week
holiday. There were four of us: me, Mum and Dad, and Mum's sister, Auntie June.
Oh, and I mustn't forget to {{U}}(29) {{/U}}. Spot, our little dog. I
was {{U}}(30) {{/U}} to go off by myself all day, {{U}}(31)
{{/U}} I promised to be careful and took Spot with me for {{U}}(32)
{{/U}}. One day I was out fishing with Spot when we heard a
lot of shouting in the {{U}}(33) {{/U}} followed by a scream and splash.
I was a bit {{U}}(34) {{/U}} so I called Spot and we both hid
{{U}}(35) {{/U}} a bush where we could see but not be {{U}}(36)
{{/U}}. After a few moments, a straw hat came drifting down the river,
followed by an oar, a picnic basket and {{U}}(37) {{/U}} oar. Then came
the rowing boat itself, but it was {{U}}(38) {{/U}} upside down! A few
seconds later my dad and Auntie June came running {{U}}(39) {{/U}} the
river bank, both wet {{U}}(40) {{/U}}. Spot started barking so I came
out of hiding and said hello. My dad got really angry {{U}}(41) {{/U}}
me for not trying to catch the boat as it went past. Luckily, {{U}}(42)
{{/U}} , the boat and both the oars had been caught by an overhanging tree a
little further downstream, but not the hat or picnic basket. So I had to let
them {{U}}(43) {{/U}} my sandwiches. Dad and Auntie June both made me
{{U}}(44) {{/U}} not to tell Mum what had happened {{U}}(45)
{{/U}} she would be worried.