1 . Millions of young people grow up with a deep love of Disney. ______ by the studio’s fairytales, they dream of becoming a prince or princess.

Cori Borgstadt, however, has a slightly different ______. Instead of ______ to be a princess like Snow White, she wants to become Disney’s CEO and has been ______ the company’s shareholder(股东)meetings since she was three years old.

Borgstadt, now 18, has ______ Disney for as long as she can remember. As well as collecting dolls and toys ______ her favourite films, she owns ______ in the company.

She is studying economics and film and media studies at Texas Tech University, and has ______ Bob Iger, the Disney CEO about how to eventually ______ him, at most of the meetings she has attended, Iger, now 72, replied: “Well, one thing you can do is keep coming to our shareholders’ meeting.”

The love of Disney has always been in Borgstadt’s ______. Her grandmother bought her and her younger sister a single share when they were children. It was her mother, Jan, who suggested she attend the shareholder meeting ______.

Borgstadt ______ that her dream of one day becoming the boss will not be easy to achieve, and would require a ______ similar to the ones Disney has been creating for a century. But she is ______ to work her way up, from making her ______ felt in the meetings.

2 . For the past ten years, my dad and I have attended the same school — he as an administrator and I as a student. Our relationship, in and out of school, has been totally unpredictable.

When I was younger, all that my dad said was doctrine (信条) and anything he did I, ___________, copied. We played games together, and stayed up late reading bedtime stories. I could ___________ my dad taking me to school, running into him regularly during the day and riding home with him every afternoon.

As I grew older, we were not as ___________ as we used to be. He wasn’t cool any more. He wore his socks too high, listened to horrible country music and laughed too loudly in front of my friends. He became a total embarrassment.

However, the ___________ that occurred in school were even worse. The worst one happened in seventh grade. My dad came to our New Year party, dressed up as Donald Duck, guitar in hand, singing silly songs. Just kill me! I wanted to run away.

This ___________ continued into high school but we somehow began to find a balance. Things started to _________ around the time of my 10th-grade physics project. The ___________ was to build a wood bridge with the best strength-to-weight ratio (比率). All the students and physics teachers ___________. So did my dad, the only administrator! Embarrassed as usual, I ___________ the scene. However, later when I learned from my friends that my dad ______________ all competitors and won everyone’s admiration, I found that mixed in with my ______________ was a touch of pride.

I had needed someone else to show me what I ______________ in my dad. It wasn’t the fact that he’d won, it was more than that. I began to ______________ that we have many of the same values and sometimes the same opinions. No matter how much I had tried to ______________ him, he still influenced me.

I feel fortunate to have such an unusual father. The ______________ I have developed with my dad over the years has enabled me to look back and see how I’ve grown.

4 . A minister(牧师) was on a long flight. The first _______ of approaching problem came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten Your Seat Belts.

As the minister looked _______ the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers became _______. Later, a voice over the intercom(内部通话系统) said, “We are so sorry that we are unable to _______ the meal at this time. The currents are ahead of us.” And then the storm broke. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments the great plane was tossed(使摇摆) around.

The minister recalled, “As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the _______ were scared. Then I suddenly saw a little girl. Obviously, the storm _______ nothing to her. She was reading a book on her seat and everything within her small world was _______. Sometimes she closed her eyes, and then she would read again. Sometimes she straightened her legs, but worry and _______ were not in her world.”

The minister could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising, _______, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to ________ the plane, the minister came up to the girl whom he had ________ for such a long time. Having talked about the storm, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The child replied, “That was because my ________ was the pilot, and he would take me home.”

There are many kinds of ________ that frightened us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly ________ our sky and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and accept, it is much easier to be at ease when our feet are on the ground than ________ we are being tossed about a darkened sky.

Let us remember: Our father is the driver. He is in control and taking us home. Don’t worry.

Monty Roberts owns a horse ranch in San Francisco. He is willing to help the young who want to pursue their dreams. We were always curious about the reason behind and one day he told us his story.

When Monty was young, he was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, his high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing the goal of owning a horse ranch some day. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the tracks. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to the teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front was a large red F with a note that read, "See me after class." The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, "Why did I receive an F?"

The teacher said, "This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll have to pay large stud (马群) fees. There's no way you could ever do it." Then the teacher added, "If you rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade."

The boy went home and thought about it long and hard.

Twenty years later, the teacher brought 30 students to camp out on a ranch for a week.

7 . He had travelled some miles, his horse and he, and he was feeling sleepy in the hot sunshine, when the horse stopped, lowered his head, and began to nibble(小口咬) the grass; and Toad, waking up, just saved himself from falling off by an effort. He looked about him and found near him was a gypsy sitting on a bucket turned upside down. A fire of sticks was burning near by, and over the fire hung an iron pot, and out of that pot came smells—warm, rich, and varied smells--that twined(缠绕) and twisted and wreathed(环绕) themselves at last into one complete, voluptuous(丰富的), perfect smell. Toad now knew well that he had not been really hungry before.

Presently the gipsy remarked in a careless way, “Want to sell that horse of yours?” Toad was completely taken aback. It had not occurred to him to turn the horse into cash, but the gipsy’s suggestion seemed to smooth the way towards the two things he wanted so badly--ready money, and a solid breakfast. “What?” he said, “How much might you be disposed to offer me for this beautiful young horse of mine?”

“A shilling(先令) a leg,” the gipsy said briefly, and turned away.

Toad climbed down off his horse, and left it to graze(吃草), and sat down by the gipsy, and did sums on his fingers, and at last he said, “A shilling a leg? Why, that comes to exactly four shillings, and no more. O, no; I could not think of accepting four shillings for this beautiful young horse of mine.”

“Well,” said the gipsy, “I’ll tell you what I will do. I’ll make it five shillings, and that’s three-and-sixpence more than the animal’s worth. And that’s my last word.”

Then Toad pondered(沉思) long and deeply. For he was hungry and quite penniless, and still some way--he knew not how far--from home, and enemies might still be looking for him. To one in such a situation, five shillings may very well appear a large sum of money. On the other hand, it did not seem very much to get for a horse. At last he said firmly, “Look here, gipsy! I tell you what we will do; and this is MY last word. You shall hand me over six shillings and sixpence; and in addition, you shall give me as much breakfast as I can possibly eat, at one sitting of course, out of that iron pot of yours that keeps sending forth such delicious and exciting smells. In return, I will make over to you my spirited young horse, with all the beautiful harness(挽具) and trappings(马饰) that are on him, freely thrown in. If that’s not good enough for you, say so, and I’ll be getting on. I know a man near here who’s wanted this horse of mine for years.”

The gipsy grumbled(嘟囔) frightfully, and declared if he did a few more deals of that sort he’d be ruined.

When Toad had taken as much stew(炖菜) on board as he thought he could possibly hold,