WHERE ARE THE KEYS?

Hi, this is Sandra and I would like to tell you the story of something really funny that happened last week. It was Saturday morning, and my sister and I were getting ready to go out with my mother. We wanted to go to the grocery store to get some supplies for the weekend. We were planning to have a family barbecue. It was raining so we decided to go by car. When we were almost ready, my mother suddenly stopped. “Oh no!” she said. “What?” I asked her.

“I can’t find the car keys! Where are my keys?” she yelled. My mother looked very worried. She thought she lost her keys, and she was worried that my dad might get angry. It was the third time dad had spare keys made. She started running around the house, looking for her keys. “Mum!” I said. “Not now!” she said, running around the house. “I need to find the keys!” She hurried into the kitchen, thinking she put the keys in the jar on the kitchen counter. Then, she went upstairs to check her other bags. She came downstairs again, looking around in the living room. “Uh, Mum!” I said again. “What!?” she stopped and looked at me with an angry face. “Your keys are in your hand!” I said. My mother looked in her hand, and they were there. She was holding the keys the whole time. My mother looked very embarrassed, and my sister and I couldn’t stop laughing!