I remember the occasion when mother sent me to the main road， about twenty yards away from our house， to invite a passing group of seasonal work-seekers for a meal. She     1    (instruct) me to take a basket along and collect dry cow dung   for making a fire. I was then to prepare the meal for the group of work-seekers.

    2     thought of making an open fire outside at midday， and    3     (cook)in a large three-legged pot in that intense heat， was sufficient to upset even an angel. I did not manage to hide my feelings from my mother and， after serving the group， she called me to the veranda    4     she usually sat to attend to her sewing and knitting.

    5    (look) straight into my eyes， she asked “Why did you get angry    6     I requested you to prepare a meal for those poor people?”    7     my attempt to deny her blame， using the heat of the fire and the sun as an excuse for my rude behavior，mother， she gave me a firm look，    8    (say)， “You cannot detect what trouble may lie ahead of you.”

I    9     (sudden) realized that if I had refused to offer this group of people a meal，    10     would be impossible that in my travels some time in the future， I would get these individuals' help.