Mr Turner is standing near the window. His wife, Mrs Turner, is sitting behind him. She is reading a book. She closes the book and asks her husband. “What are you looking at?"
“I'm looking at a boy,”Mr Turner answers. “He's under the tree near our house. He's looking at my bike.”
“Oh,”Mrs Turner says. “What is he doing now?”
"He's cleaning the seat," says Mr Turner. “Now he is riding my bike. ”
Mrs Turner looks out of the window and then she says, “Ah, don't you know who he is? He is our son! He is going to school. You must wear glasses!"
