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    "I"﹣Storyteller Bertie﹣storyteller's husband   The White Prince﹣a lion

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    We never had children of our own﹣just The White Prince﹣and I can tell you， he was enough of a family for anyone． He walked freely in the park just as we had planned he would， and ran after the deer and the rabbits whenever he felt like it； but be never did learn how to kill for himself． You can't teach old lions new tricks． He lived on deer mostly， and slept on a sofa in our living room﹣I wouldn't have him inside our bedroom， no matter（无论） how often Bertie asked． You know， I have to draw the line somewhere．

    Bertie's leg was never cured． When it was bad， he often needed a stick， or me， or the lion to lean on． It pained him a lot， especially on cold and wet days， and he never slept well． On Sundays the three of us would walk around the park together， and Bertie would sit on the top of Wood Hill with his arm around the lion's neck and I would fly kites． You know， I've always loved kites． And the lion liked to break them into pieces．

    The lion never showed any interest in running away， and even if he'd wanted to， the park wall was too high for an old lion to jump over． Wherever． Bertie went， he wanted to go too． And if ever Bertie went out in the car， then he'd sit by me in the kitchen， and watch me with those great amber eyes， listening all the while for the sound of Bertie's car coming up the path to the front of the house．

    The lion was getting older． And he became weak in his legs and could see very little． He spent his last days sleeping at Bertie's feet． When he died， we buried（埋葬） him at the bottom of the hill． Bertie's wanted it that way so he could always see the place from the kitchen window． I suggested Bertie plant a tree in case（以防） he forgot where the lion was． "I will， but he should get more than a tree．" Bertie said．

    Bertie was sad for weeks， months after the lion died． There was nothing I could do to cheer him or even comfort him． He would sit for hours in his room， or go off on long walks by himself． He seemed so shut away inside himself， so distant（遥远的）． Try as I did． I could not reach him．

（Adapted from The Butter fly Lion）

（1）What did Bertie's wife mean by saying "I have to draw the line somewhere"？　　

A． She would like the lion to sit by her．

B． She didn't expect Bertie to keep the lion．

C． She didn't allow the lion to enter their bedroom．

D． She wanted to stop the lion walking freely in the park．

（2）Which description about the lion is TRUE according to the story？　　

A． He seldom broke kites into pieces．

B． He could jump over the park wall．

C． He became weak in his legs and eyes．

D． He could kill deer or rabbits for himself．

（3）What can be inferred（推断） from the story？　　

A． Bertie's leg was badly hurt by the lion．

B． The lion wanted to leave Bertie's family．

C． Bertie's wife would plant a tree for the lion．

D． Bertie loved the lion more than his wife did．

（4）The story is mainly about　　．

A． Bertie and his wife﹣the owners of the lion

B． tricks that Bertie and his wife taught the lion

C． the habits that the lion formed in Bertie's family

D． the last days the lion spent with Bertie and his wife