It was a lovely spring afternoon. My classmates were playing happily on the playground when I cried "Ow! Ow! Something in my shoe is biting(咬) me. "
Everyonewasshockedbythecry. They took me into a classroom and were abouttotake offmy1 . "Which foot is it?" One asked. "Let us have a look. "
Suddenly, I remembered the holes in 2 socks. My family was very poor during those years. I wore welfare socks, which cost only a little, but those 3 welfare socks didn't last long. They soon had4 at the bottom(底部).
I refused to take off my shoes. I 5 stand others seeing the holes in my sock. I tried to hold back my tears. Yet, each time the thing 6 my shoe bit me, tears ran down my face.
My teacher, Miss Diane, hurried into the 7 . "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Something is biting her right foot, 8 she doesn't let us take off her shoe. " One of my classmates answered.
Miss Diane lived next door to me. She 9 everything about my family. She put both hands on my shaking body and 10 into my sad and nervous eyes.
"Oh, yes, it must be a sock-eating ant(蚂蚁)," she said. It seemed that she had11 seen the thing inside the shoe. "I had a bite from one of those ants. It12 almost the whole bottom off my sock. " My classmates nodded (点头) while they were listening to the teacher 13 .
Miss Diane took off my right shoe and sock and shook them over the dustbin(垃圾桶). Two red ants14 it.
"Just what I thought. The ants have eaten part of her sock. " When she stroked an alcohol cotton ball(酒精棉球) on the bites, she added," You are such a 15 girl to take so many bites. "
The alcohol felt cool on the bites butthe little girl felt warm and thankful in heart.
