My Dancing Fly - by Ling Fung

A dancing fly is flying in a restaurant in the afternoon. It is flying into the kitchen. A chef is cooking in the kitchen. The dancing fly is so happy. It likes the smell in the kitchen.

It lands on the chef’s shoulder. The chef shakes his shoulders. He is holding a pan in his hands. The dancing fly is moving to his head. It is flying around his head.

Whee…wheee… wheeee… wheeeee….. wheeeeee… wheeeeeeeee! The chef is annoyed. He holds his pan and chases after the dancing fly! Whee…wheee… wheeee… wheeeee….. wheeeeee… wheeeeeeeee!

The chef is hitting the dancing fly. He cannot hit the dancing fly. He hits himself. Ahyooh…Ahyoooooh…Ahyoooooooh!

Fong's Letter to Mary

Dear Mary,

I don't have any pets. But I like to have a dog. My mother will not buy me a real dog because we cannot keep dogs in our flat.

I would ask my mom to buy me a robot dog. I will call him Sugar, too. It is white and grey. It has red eyes. I can talk and play with it. I will keep the dog on my bed.

I will show you if you come to my home. See you soon!



Love,
Fong

Mary's Letter to Fong

Dear Fong,

How are you? My mother buys me a puppy. It is six months old. It is brown and white. It has big ears and a short tail. I call it Sugar. I like playing with it. Do you keep any pets?

Write back soon.

Love,
Mary