Mr. White liked shooting very much. When he had time, he1shooting with his friends.
But one summer he said to himself, "I haven't been to the mountains before. My holiday2soon, so I'm going to go to the mountains to shoot deer. That must be3, I think."
So4his holiday came, Mr. White went to the station,5his ticket for the small station near the mountains.
He6at the small station and walked through fields and forest for7kilometers. Then he saw a farmer in the field. "Good morning," Mr. White said to him, "Are there any deer here?"
"Well," answered the farmer slowly, "There was8last year, but the man9the town came and shot at it, and it has gone to10place now, I think."
