It was the night before the composition was due. As I looked at the list of topics (题目), “The Art of Eating Spaghetti (意大利面条) ” caught my eye. The word “spaghetti” brought back the (36)____ of an evening at Uncle Alien’s in Belleville (37) ____ all of us were seated around the table and Aunt Pat (38) ____ spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was an exotic (外来的) treat in (39) ____ days. Never had I eaten spaghetti, and (40) ____ of the grown-ups had enough experience to be (41) ____ it. What laughing (42) ____ we had about the (43) ____ respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth. (44) ____, I wanted to write about that, but I wanted to (45) ____ it down simply for my own (46) ____, not for Mr. Fleagle, my composition teacher. (47) ____, I would write something else.
When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no (48) ____ left to write a proper composition for Mr. Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to (49) ____ my work. Two days passed before Mr. Fleagle returned the (50) ____ papers. He said, “Now, class, I want to read you a composition, ‘The Art of Eating Spaghetti’.”
My words! He was reading my words out (51) ____ to the whole class. (52) ____ laughed, then the whole class was laughing with open-hearted enjoyment. I did my best not to show (53) ____, but what I was feeling was pure happiness, (54) ____ my words had the power to make people (55) ____.