典范英语8-3电子版

3.Bertha’sSecretBattleTwinsBerthaandFionaweretwinsisters.Theylookedexactlythesame.Therewasonlyonewaytotellthemapart.BerthadyedherhairredandFionadyedherhairblonde.Thetwinslivedtogetherinacottage.OnFridayeveningstheysetoffforworkattheTownHall.AsignoutsidetheTownHallsaid,‘GrandWrestlingCompetition．’Therefereesteppedunderthetopropeandintothering.‘Ladiesandgentlemen.Silencepleasefortonight’sstarfight.’Thedoorsofthedressingroomswungopen.‘Andheresheis,“criedthereferee.“Thedarlingofthering.FairplayFiona!’Acheerwentupfromthecrowd.Fiona,dressedinpink,cameintothehall.Herblondehairstreamedbehindher.Withoneleapshejumpedoverthetopropeandlandedinthering.Shewavedtothecrowdandblewthemkisses.Thecrowdstoodandclapped.TheywantedFionatowin.Therefereespokeagain.‘Andheropponentfortonightis...’Thedressingroomdoorssmashedopen.Onedoorcameoffitshinges.‘Herterribletwinsister.BigBerthatheBoneCruncher!’Bertha,dressedinblack,cameintothehall.Herredhairstreamedbehindher.Sheshookher.Shetookaflyingleapintothering.Sheshookherfist.Thecrowdbooed.TheywantedBerthatolose.Therefereeturnedtocheckhiswatch.BerthagrabbedFionaandthrewheragainsttheropes.Thecrowdyelledatthereferee.Bertharacedbacktohercorner.Therefereeturnedround.‘Ihaven’tdoneanythingwrong.‘ShoutedBertha.Thefighthadbegun.Fionabouncedbackwithaflyingdropkick.Thecrowdstoodup,cheering.BerthapickdupFionaandspunheraboveherhead.Thecrowdbooed.Soitwentforfiverounds.‘Andthewinneris--FairplayFiona.’ThecrowdcheeredFina.TheybooedBertha.ThatnightBerthaandFionasatathomedrinkingcocoa.‘Ithoughtthefightwentverywell.’‘Hum,’saidBertha.‘You’renotupsetabouttheflyingtailspin?’‘No.’‘Thedropkickinroundtwo?’‘Thenwhyareyouinsuchabadmood?’Berthabegantocry.‘What’sthematter?’askedFiona.‘Couldn’twechange?’saidBertha.‘Youcouldbe＂FearsomeFiona＂.Icouldbe＂Big-HeartedBertha＂.‘Don’tbesillysaidFiona.’Besides,youaregoodatbeingbad.’‘Youcouldteachmehowtobegood,’saidBertha,’AndIcouldteachyouhowtobebad.’‘No!’saidFiona.’Whatwouldmyfansthink?’BerthafightsbackNextFridaymorning,afterbreakfast,thetwinswentintothefrontroom.Theyputthetableandchairsinapileatoneendoftheroon.Theymovedthetelevision,thegoldfishbowlandtheirbooksintothekitchen.Whentheroomwascompletelyclear,Fionasaid,‘Ready?’‘Ready,‘saidBertha.Thenthetwinsbegantofight.BerthathrewFionaacrosstheroom.Fionadidaperfectcartwheelandlandedlightlyonherfeet.ThetwinsalwayspractisedforthefightonFridaynight.Bothtwinswereveryskilledatwrestling.Theyworkedhardtomakesuretheycoulddotheirmoveswithouthurtingeachother.Whentheyhadfinishedpractisingtheyhadtotidythecottageandhavelunch.Thetwinslikedcookingbuttheyhatedhousework.Theytossedacointoseewhoshouldtidyup.‘Heads.’saidBertha.‘Tails.’saidFiona.‘Iwin.’SoBerthahadtomoveallthethingsfromthekitchenbackintothefrontroom.Thenshehadtoputthetableandchairsbackinthemiddleoftheroom.Meanwhile,Fionacookedlunch.AfterlunchBerthaslippedquietlyintothebathroomandlockedthedoor.Bertharinsedherhairwithhersister’sblondehaircolour.Shelookedinthemirrorandsmiled.Herhairwasnowblondehaircolour.Shelookedinthemirrorandsmiled.Herhairwasnowblonde,justlikeFiona’s.Shepouredtherestoftheblondehaircolourdownthesink.Thenshefilledthebottlewithsomeofherredhaircolour.Fionatappedonthedoor.‘Hurryupinthere,‘repliedBertha.‘ImustcolourmyhairbeforeIgojogging,‘saidFiona.Berthacameoutofthebathroom.Shehadatowelwrappedaroundherhead.‘Ifeelmuchbetter,’saidBertha.’I’veleftthebathroomtidy.’‘Lookatthetime,’saidFiona,’Ishallbelate.’Flonadashedintothebathroom.Shesplashedonherhaircolour.Shewasinsuchahurrythatshedidnotlookinthemirror.‘Havealovelyrun,’saidBertha.Fionajoggeddowntheroad.Sheranthroughthepark.Fionasawalittlekittensittingonawall.‘Hello,littlekitty.’Shestretchedouttostrokethekitten.Thekittenranupatree.Apolicemanwaspassingby.‘Isawyoufrightenthatkitten.Whatanunkindthingtodo.’‘Ionlytriedtostrokeit,‘mumbled.Fiona.Shejoggedontowardstheplaygroud,Somechildrenwereplayingontheswings.‘Wouldyoulikeapush?’shecalled.ThechildrentookonelookatFiona.Theyjumpedofftheswingsandranaway.Thepartkeeperracedup.‘Whatdoyouthinkyouaredoing?Youwerechasingthosechildren.Goandchasesomeoneyourownsize.’Fionaranoff.Fionastoppedforarestoutsidethesupermarket.Anoldladywaspushinghertrolleytowardsthedoor.Fionaranovertohelp.Sheheldopenthedoor.‘Afteryou,’shesaid.‘It’satrick.Youaregoingtoshutthedoorinmyface,’saidtheoldlady.Themanagerarrived.‘Stopfrighteningmycustomers.ClearoffbeforeIcallthepolice.’Fionacouldnotunderstandit.Shejoggedsadlybacktothecottage.Berthawasinthegarden.‘Whathaveyoudonetoyourhair?’criedFiona.‘Doyoulikeit?’askedBertha.‘It’sblonde.That’smyhaircolour,’saidFiona.‘Isitreally?’saidBertha.Shetookamirrorfromherpocket.SheheldituptoFiona.‘Myhair!’screamedFiona.‘It’sred!Butthat’syourcolour.’‘Iknow.’saidBertha.‘EverybodywillthinkthatIamyou.’saidFiona.‘That’sright.’giggledBertha.‘Iwillhavetodomyhairalloveragain.’saidFiona.‘Youcan’t.’saidBertha.‘Whynot?’askedFiona.‘BecauseItippedyourhaircolourdownthesink.’saidBertha.‘ButwearedueattheTownHallintenminutes.’moanedFion.‘Whatarewegoingtodo?’Headsortails?TheTownHallwaspackedwithpeoplewaiting