TEXT - Monday morning
Monday morning is always the worst morning of the week. Everybody is sleepy; everybody is bad-tempered; everybody is in a hurry. Last Monday was even worse than usual ."Hurry up, Dick!" father shouted as he banged on the bathroom door, "I"ve got a train to catch!"
"I'm shaving," Dick answered. I'll be out in a minute".
"Breakfast's ready," mother called from the kitchen. As she got no reply, she came upstairs to see what was going on, "Where "s David?" she asked. "Is he still in bed?" She knoched at his bedroom door loudly. "You 'd better get up," she called. "It's a quarter to eight. Your breakfast's getting cold!"
"I don't feel like any breakfast", David mumbled. "I'll have another five minutes sleep instead".
Mother was about to go into his room and drag him out of bed when the doorbell rang. She hurried downstairs to open the door. It was the postman.
"Good morning, Mrs Crawford," he said cheerfully. "It's a, lovely day, in't it?"
"You wouldn"t think so if you lived here," mother answered. "On Mondays this place is like a madhouse".
ANSWER
- WHO IS IN THE BATHROOM?
- WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE BATHROOM?
- WHO RANG THE DOORBELL?
- IS DICK IN THE BATHROOM OR IN HIS BEDROOM?
- IS HE SHAVING OR HAVING A BATH?
- WHY WAS FATHER IN A HUNGRY?
- WHERE WAS DICK?
- WHAT WAS HE DOING?
- WHERE'S DAVID?
- WHY DID MOTHER COME UPSTAIRS?
- WHY DOESN'T DAVID WANT TO GET UP?
- WHAT DID THE POSTMAN SAY TO HER?
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