Our art teacher George was leaving soon for his country. I was preparing a special 1 for him. It was a hand-draw n picture book about our school. I worked a long time, trying to make each picture as 2 as possible.
One day, I was drawing while my little sister Becky was watching with great 3 . Just then, my classmate Jeff dropped by.
"Hi! Peter, want to play basketball in the yard?" he asked.
"I'd like to, 4 it's too cold outside!" I replied.
"Exactly!" he said. "It's the perfect weather for not getting too hot. "
That's a cool thing about Jeff. He always looks on the 5 side of almost everything.
"Let's go!" We went out, leaving the drawings on the table.
We laughed as we returned. When I 6 the door, my heart nearly stopped. Right there, Becky was coloring my pictures.
"7 , Becky!" I rushed to her, but it was too late. Almost every page was colored.
"What did you do?" I shouted 8 .
"I just wanted to help. " She began to cry.
"My drawings are gone forever!" I felt frustrated (懊恼的) and 9 Jeff for help.
"Unless…" said Jeff.
"Unless what?" I asked.
"Remember the jigsaw puzzle (拼图)? We can create something new from these messy pictures. " Jeff 10 .
"Can we make it?" I doubted.
"I'm not sure, but we can have a 11 . " He encouraged.
First, we cut the drawings into shapes, such as our brown teaching buildings, green playground and so on. Then, we 12 all these pieces together and made a jigsaw. Finally, we even added more paints. Days later, a beautiful "13 " appeared in front of us.
There was a 14 ending.
"Thanks, guys," George smiled, "I love it so much. It will give me many great 15 here. "
So, you see, there lies a beam (束) of light behind every dark cloud. Jeff's way of dealing with things did help.
