It was half past ten. John was watching TV in the sitting·room. "Go to bed, John. "said Mrs Scott, "or you can't get up on time tomorrow morning. ""Let me finish watching the football match. Mummy. "said the boy. "It's very nice!"
Forty-five minutes later, the match was over and John went to his bedroom. He took off his clothes quickly. threw them on a chair. He went to sleep soon because he was very tired.
It took his mother five minutes to wake John up the next morning. "Get up quickly. " said the woman, "or you'll be late for class. Look! It's half past six. "
John had to get up, but he couldn't find his shirt. He called out. "Where's my shirt. Mummy?"
Mrs Scott went in at once and said. "Don't shout, my dear! Your brother. Mike. is asleep. Don't wake him up. "
The woman helped John find his clothes and came out. Another five minutes later. John didn't come out. His mother felt strange and went to see him again. She saw him watching his feet.
"What are you doing here?"asked the woman.
"I don't understand why my socks are different: One is smaller than the other!"
