Jane was an old woman. She was rich and lived in a big house. One sunny morning, Jane opened the window and looked at her garden. The sun was shining brightly. “What a good day!” She said. Suddenly she saw a man eating grass in the front garden of her house. She walked to the man and asked, “Why are you eating grass? Are you very hungry?” The man answered, “I have no money to buy any food. I haven’t had meals for days. I’m dying of hunger.” “Poor boy,” said Jane, “come to the back door.” Then she walked into the house again. “The rich lady will give me some food to eat. It’s so kind of her.” The man thought. But when he went into the house, Jane opened the back door and said to him, “The grass is taller behind the house.”

Mr. Turner liked fishing. It was his favorite sport. He often fished for hours without catching anything. But this did not worry him. Some fishermen couldn’t catch fish. Sometimes they caught old boots or rubbish. Mr. Turner was even worse than the fishermen. He never caught anything—not even old boots. After he spent whole morning on the river, he always went home with an empty bag. “You must give up fishing!” his friends said, “It’s a waste of time.” “But they don’t realize one important thing. I’m not really interested in fishing. I am only interested in sitting in a boat and doing nothing at all. It can make me forget the noise of the city and live quietly for some time.” he always said to himself.