There was once a boy called Jack who loved to make a lot of friends. He was always proud that he had so many friends at school.
One day his grandfather said to him, "Jack, you spend much time making friends but are you sure the friends you are1of are your true friends? I am afraid that some of them are nothing more than classmates." However, Jack didn't2it, "We always play happily together." "Wait a minute," the old man left, and soon returned as if carrying something in his hands, but Jack could see nothing there.
"Take the3chair. It's rather hard to sit on it because you can't see it. But if you take it to school and4sit on it, you'll activate* its magic. Then you'll be able to tell5your real friends are."
Jack wanted to know whether it was true or not,6he took it to school. At break time, he asked his classmates to make a circle, and he put himself in the middle, with his chair. "Nobody moves, or you7see anything amazing."
Having difficulty8the chair, Jack tried to sit on it and fell straight onto his backside. It seemed that everyone around9had a pretty good laugh. "Wait! Let me try again." Jack said. But he missed the10again. At the same time, what he heard were just their catcalls*. Jack didn't stop trying. But he kept falling onto the floor ... until, suddenly, he was in mid-air …
Jack11the "chair." "He saw George, Lucas, and Diana-- three of his best friends,12him up. At the same time, many others he had thought of us friends had done13but make fun of him and enjoying his every fall,
Jack14that true friends were those who care for him, but not just those who happened to be passing by. And the one who took15in his misfortunes* was even less of a friend.
