4000 Essential English Words 3 Unit 26: Everyone is Special

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

The roof of the old house hadn’t been _____ since it was built. Since it wasn’t cared for, it eventually _____.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

The recipe says to use two tablespoons of fresh _____. Then _____ all of the ingredients together and put them over the meat.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

Last _____, my neighbor’s parents gave him a toy rocket to put together. I _____ him because I’ve always wanted one for myself.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

The family stood _____ as the father tried to fix the car. He was sure that he just needed to fix the _____ on it.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

On my way home, I accidentally _____ the carton of eggs. The store let me exchange them since I had my _____.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

At the end of the festival, there were supposed to be _____. However, they didn’t work because something had damaged the _____.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

Annie bought a type of paint that was a thick _____. It was easy to use, and when she was done, she _____ it up with an old cloth.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

The player hit the ball and it _____ through the field without anybody touching it. As a result, the team won the game and _____ each other in happiness.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

The girl wasn’t _____ of her brother’s new friend. All they did was talk about _____ things like frogs and snakes.

Choose the word that is the better fit for each blank.

Megan didn’t use enough _____ when making pancakes. As a result, she poured the mixture down the _____ and tried again.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The brothers blended flour and ginger together when trying to make a disgusting paste

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The family stood aside on an autumn day to watch the girl launch her rocket.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The model rocket worked after the fuse was altered.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The mailbox is crushed because the rocket curves into it.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The girl wanted her brothers to be jealous of her.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The mother embraces the girl and says she doesn’t love any of her children more than the others.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

All of the following happened when the brothers tried to cook EXCEPT ______.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The girl thought that putting together the model rocket proved her ______.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

Why does her brother say that he hopes she kept the receipt?

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL

When I was young, everything that went wrong in my house seemed to be my fault. Once, my brothers tried to make cookies. They blended flour and ginger and made a disgusting paste. Then they tried to wash it down the drain, but it got all over the floor. Later, my brothers said that I did it and I had to wipe it up.

I worried that my parents liked them more than me. One autumn day, I was sure I would make my parents proud. I bought a model rocket. After I put it together, I invited everybody to watch it. I wanted my brothers to envy my technical knowledge. I lit the fuse, but nothing happened.

“ Looks like your fireworks don’t work. I hope you kept the receipt so you can return them,” my brother said.

“ It’s not fireworks!” I screamed. They were making fun of me again.

I didn’t know what went wrong. I hadn’t altered anything. I quickly moved the wires on the bottom, hoping that would help. Suddenly, the rocket flew up. We stood aside as it curved through the lawn and ran straight into the mailbox. Then the mailbox collapsed. The rocket was crushed.

Embarrassed, I ran inside and hid. A few minutes later, my mom asked, “ Are you OK?”

“ I just wanted them to be jealous of me for once. Now I see why you and Dad don’t love me as much as them,” I said.

“ That’s not true!” said my mom. “ See my fingers . . . each one is different. You kids are like my fingers: all are different, but I love them all the same.”

I embraced her. Now I know that my parents love me just as much as my brothers.

The mother tells the girl that her children are like her fingers because ______.