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Narative :The Apple Tree And A Boy




Once upon a time, there was a huge apple tree which gave tasty apples to
the people around it. There was also a little boy who became a close
friend to the apple tree. The boy used to play with apple tree, climb
its branches, sleep under its shadow, pluck its apples, etc. Every day
he visited the apple tree, and ate some apples. The apple tree was kind
to the boy and enjoying spending time together.




One day, the boy joined in school and didn't have a time to spend with
apple tree. After several days, the boy came to the tree. The apple tree
was so happy to see the boy. It asked the boy to play.



Unfortunately, the boy said he was not a child anymore. He didn't want
to play with  the tree. But he asked another request to  the apple tree.



The tree asked what the boy wanted. The boy said he needed toys, but his parents didn't have money to buy it for him.



The tree said, "Dear my boy, i don't have any money to buy it for you,
but you can pick my apples, then sell them, get money and buy  the toys
you want."



The boy went happily to his home after plucking apples. The tree was
waiting to see the boy return. But he never came back for many years.



The apple tree was sad and it didn't produce any apples anymore.

Recount : Fantastic Holiday
Last summer I got a fantastic holiday. I visited some great places.

I went to an airport and was going to fly to Cleveland. I was spending
there two days. I liked to see some Cleveland Cavaliers basketball
matches.

Then I went to Hollywood. Hollywood is a famous district in Los Angeles,
California, United States. It had become world-famous as the center of
the film industry. Four major film companies – Paramount, Warner Bros.,
RKO and Columbia – had studios in Hollywood. I did not want to leave but
I had to.

After that, I went to New York city. I visited the Statue of Liberty. I
went from the bottom of Manhattan to the top of the crown. That was very
amazing.

The places made me feel at home but I have to go home. Next time I would return to them.

Narrative text :
The Legend of Rawa Pening
Once upon a time, there was a little poor boy came into a little village. He was very hungry and weak. He knocked at every door and asked for some food, but nobody cared about him. Nobody wanted to help the little boy.
Finally, a generous woman helped him. She gave him shelter and a meal. When the boy wanted to leave, this old woman gave him a “lesung”, a big wooden mortar for pounding rice. She reminded him, “please remember, if there is a flood you must save yourself. Use this “lesung” as a boat”. The “lesung” was happy and thanked the old woman.The little boy continued his journey. While he was passing through the village, he saw many people gathering on the field. The boy came closer and saw a stick stuck in the ground. People challenged each other to pull out that stick. Everybody tried, but nobody succeeded. “Can I try?” asked the little boy. The crowd laughed mockingly. The boy wanted to try his luck so he stepped forward and pulled out the stick. He could do it very easily. Everybody was dumbfounded.
Suddenly, from the hole left by stick, water spouted out. It did not stop until it flooded the village. And no one was saved from the water except the little boy and the generous old woman who gave him shelter and meal. As she told him, he used the “lesung” as a boat and picked up the old woman. The whole village became a huge lake. It is now known as Rawa Pening Lake in Salatiga, Central Java, Indonesia.
Recount text :
My First Experience to Ride Motorcycle
One day, when I was ten years old, my father bought an old motorcycle. That was " Honda 75". I think it was small light object and easy to ride it. I persuaded my father to teach me to ride " Honda 75 ". Firstly, my father refused my request and promised that he would teach me two or three years later, but I still whimpered. Finally, my father surrendered and promised to teach me.
He began to teach me riding the motorcycle around a field in my village. My father was very patient to give me some directions. I was very happy when I realized my ability to ride a motorcycle. " Yes, I can ".
One day later, when I was alone at home, I intended to try my riding ability. So, myself tried bravely. All ran fluently in the beginning, but when I was going back to my home and I must passed through a narrow slippery street, I got nervous. I lost my control and I fell to the ditch.
After that, I told my father about the last accident. I imagined my father would be angry and never let me ride again. But the reality is exactly on the contrary, my father was very proud of me. He just gave me some advices and since that accident, I got my father's permission to ride motorcycle.