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Streamline Graded Readers

Level 4

Save The Goldfish

Carol Christian

Series Editors:

Bernard Hartley and Peter Viney

OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS

1988

Oxford University Press

Walto Streetn Oxfor,

OXd 6D2 P

OXFORDisa trade markof Oxford University Press

ISBN 019 4219143

Oxfor©Universitd

Presy 198s

8

Illustrated by: Clive Goodyer

Thomso

Printed in Great Britain by

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Lithn Ltdo EasKilbride,t Scotlan,

JenkinJo workes

dismaln

officl

eismaln wn

owindothe outsidw

PARKERsaied

ESTATAGENTS,

Mrs Parker was the boss. Pictures of houses filled the window.

Joe sat in front of the office computer most of the time. On computeth informatiohkept aboun alt thhousel thas t

wer foesaler .

Mrs Parker's secretary, Linda, thought he was wasting his time'What'. wrons typewriter?witgha sh' use

3

Joe just smiled when Linda said this. 'You don't understand computers,' he told her. 'They're wonderful when you know them.'

Jowaerallesinteresty

computedinth

enjoyeanrd usind g

 

 

Reallyit.

wasn'h,e

interestevery

anythind

elseg

quiet, shy, young man. He had always worked in the same office and lived in the same small flat in the poor part of the

town.

'You should be more ambitious, Joe,' Linda used to say.

'You'll never become an estate agent if you sit in front of that computer all the time.'

It was true. Joe was not very ambitious. Sometimes he took customers out to look at houses, but he rarely sold one. When the customers said, This house is too large' or 'The traffic is

noisy'to

usuallh,e agreey

witd eht man thed weny awayt

Now Mrs Parker only sent Joe with customers when she was

very busy. He usually visited the houses and put the

information about them on the computer.

Joe couldn't understand why so many people wanted to chang theihousesranyway, 'Wh. don'y the jusy stawhery

they are?' he wondered. He couldn't understand why his wife, Isabel, wanted a house. The flat he and Isabel lived in was

small

bu,

watit enougbis foh twpeopler

The. wery

bote

h

 

out

worat

mosk

ot thtimefIsabe.workel

 

fodlawyer

anr d

ofte camn

home

late

.

 

 

When Isabel was late, Joe played computer games. He

played them after work when Linda and Mrs Parker had gone

home

Hkne.

thawIsabet

walworkingstill

samuse,oh

d

 

 

himselforrfuohcomputerash Ifhwen.hometsheu,j t

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

used to sit and watch the television.

One morning Joe said to Linda, 'Shall I show you my new computer game? We can play it during our lunch hour. It's

calleSAVdGOLDFISHTHE E Yo. havu etgeo goldfisht e h

out of the pond and into the goldfish bowl. I haven't done it yetYo. havu etoquickb e It'. llsare gooy.gamed '

groaneno!'h,O' LindadNocompute'.a emagrMus!?It '

But she agreed to play the game with him in their lunch hour. When Mrs Parker returned to the office after lunch, Joe and

Lind ha beeplayind SAVg GOLDFISTHEE

Hfo halr af n

hour.

sa

 

H. wae

 

 

 

'I don't think it can be done,' Linda told her. 'The goldfish

has so many enemies. You can't possibly save it! It's not only the blue fish and the green fish and the red fish with white spots. There's also a big black cat and a bird with long legs. Even Joe can't do it. And he thinks he's so clever at computer games!'

 

'It'

thsmosdifficulet

gamt

I've eveplayed,r

sai' Joed'The.

 

tol

md

ea thshoe thapwouldn'ti t

.easybt

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Let me try,' said Mrs Parker. But, before she could catch the

 

.

 

goldfish in the net, it was swallowed by the red fish with white

 

spots

 

Th. nex

tim

the bieblacg

caughtk

itSh. trie agaid

n

and again, but she couldn't do it.

'That's enough,' she said. 'What a terrible game! Let's not

 

waste any more time. We have to do some work!'

e

At five o'clock Linda put on her coat. 'Will you lock the

offic

dooe

anr turd

ofn lights?thfe

shasked' d

samquestio

almosn

 

evereveningty

Shneve. aye

 

in the office after five o'clock. She put on her coat at exactly

 

thatime

boyfrienHe.

wadalways waitins

fog her

arht e

 

 

 

corner of the street.

 

 

 

 

 

'Yes

alright,l Leav.

ei me,t o

sai' Joed

.

 

Usuall

yhaskedherwhyshewasinahurry mador, keajo e

 

 

 

 

 

abouboyfriendhet

bu,odat

yhjusesmilet

dahert

H. wae s

glad that she was going. Mrs Parker had gone out with a customer and was not coming back. Joe wanted to be alone. He really wanted to play the goldfish game again. He was not

hurryina

 

Hkne.

thawIsabelt

waworkins

lateg

.

playeH

SAVd

GOLDFISTHEE

agaiH

anagaindwithou,

t

 

success Aftesevera.

hourl

turnehs computerofdthf

Th. e

 

 

 

blue fish, the green fish and the red fish with white spots had

4

5

 

caughall

htlittlgoldfishee

Th.

bieblacg

cak

ant

with long legs had caught it, too. Joe was very quick, but he

 

coul nod savt goldfishthee

.

 

 

 

 

 

'Wha terribla

game!

groanedh'

H. haeplayed

mand

computer games that were difficult, but this one was

 

 

impossible

maybO!r

wasn'ehe

clevetenoughr

!

 

Jo goe

utfrop

mhidesk checkeH.

thadwindowth e

 

wers

shutThe. turneh ofd lightsthef wen, out an,locked thd e door behind him.

Evereveniny

thagweet

Jostayek dithnoffice afte

thr e

 

 

two women had gone home, but he still couldn't save the

 

goldfish

couldn'H.e

stoplayin

gthgame untie

wonhel an,

d

 

 

hadn'e

wot

onceit Joannoyed.wa s

H. haeneved

founr d

 

 

a game that was too hard for him.

 

 

 

On Friday Joe stayed in the office during his lunch hour to

 

pla

thgamey

Bu.

htstilcouldn'e

savt goldfishthee

H.

sitting with his head in his hands when Linda got back from lunch.

'Are you still playing that silly game?' she asked. 'You must be crazy, Joe! You're just wasting your time, you know. You'll never win!'

At four o'clock Mrs Parker sent him out. She wanted some information about a house that was for sale. When he got back to work, it was a quarter past five and the office was empty.

'I'ljusl

plat

thygame

 

himselfot 'Isabe. won'l gehomttitneu.sevenl '

 

 

 

turneH

computendth e

anrbegad

nplayto

goldfish once, twice, ten times, thirty times, fifty times ...

Then, suddenly, he caught the goldfish in the net, lifted it out of the pond and dropped it into the goldfish bowl.

The goldfish swam round and round the goldfish bowl, safe at last. Then it swam towards Joe. It grew larger and larger on

6

7

the screen, and its mouth was opening and shutting. The words on the screen said:

couldn'Joe believt ehieyes

Hestoo. dshoutedpand 'I'v, e

 

 

done it. I've done it at last!' He threw his arms in the air and

dance round thdroome

'That'.amazins fantasti.g. .

.c. .

 

wonderfu

criedh' 'I'v. save .goldfishthe

'

Hwae

verexcitedsy

Hforgo.e

hat goldfisht e

looking at him. It was still opening and shutting its mouth. When he looked back at the screen, there was another message:

laughedJo Thi.gams waenrvediffersy frot

manothey

r

 

 

computer game that he had played. Usually they said, TRY

AGAIN'

o,tolr yod

hou

wmakto

thegame mordifficultee

.

 

 

'Dear goldfish,' he said. He was still laughing. 'I am glad

you'r

safe elastThat'. .rewardmsy

'

 

 

 

 

But the message remained on the screen. Joe tried to think

somethingf

Wha.

coult

dh

ase fork Hstare?

dow

na ht e

floor

an, noticedh

thad

hishoet

wers ver oldy Htype. din

 

 

wordsthe

NEE',I SOMD

NE.SHOESW

'

 

 

 

The goldfish was still opening and shutting its mouth. Now hewordst onthscreesaidn :

Joe breathed deeply. Then he typed in the message, 'I WANT A PAIR OF SIZE 10 SHOES'. He whispered to himself, 'If you ask a crazy question, you'll get a crazy answer. Nobody has

8

ever asked a computer for shoes!' But the message on the screen had changed again:

Jowae

urs

goldfisthee

 

milingwahs

Hsmile.

backd

wah

tils

 

l

 

 

 

 

 

Whe

reacheJon

homed

h,wae

smilingtil

H.sane gt o

 

 

himsel

af

hs goesomt

fooe

oud ofreezetth e

fodinnerr .

 

 

 

'You sound happy,' said Isabel, when she came in. 'Have

yousol dalohousesft

Di? yodhavu eagooday?

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Yes,' Joe laughed. 'I didn't sell any houses, but I did save a

goldfish

 

 

 

It'. saf

 

eigoldfisthn e

.bowlh

'

 

'What Wha?

artyotalkineu about?g '

 

 

 

 

 

 

savegoldfish,aI'

laughe'Joagaind

Hwapleas.e dwith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

himself. 'I've just won the most difficult computer game I've

 

ever played. It's called SAVE THE GOLDFISH. You have to

 

catch the goldfish in a net before its enemies can catch it.'

Jowarushine

aroung

 

kitchenthd

Hpreparin.wa s

dinne

whilr

 

ehwatalkinges

Isabefollowe.

himd .

 

 

'Oh, really, Joe! I've never heard anything so silly in my life! You're crazy! If you spend your time in the office like that, I'm

surprisenot

thad MrParkets

doesn'r

pat yomuch!

Sh' e

 

looked in the pans. 'What are you cooking? I'm hungry. Is

 

dinnealmosrready?t

'

 

 

 

 

'No

I'afrai,m

isn'ttd

goI.homt

.late Jo' annoyewas

d

with Isabel, but he knew it was his own fault. 'I couldn't stop playing the game until I won. And then a funny thing happened. When I caught the goldfish and put it in the bowl,

offereit

md.prizea

'

 

 

Isabe

wahanginls

gu hep coar

ti thnhalle'Wha.

dt yo u

mean?' she asked. She came back into the kitchen. Isabel liked prizes. She often filled in the forms in newspapers that offered

9

somethinyou nothingfor Shalway.e enterecompetitionsd .

Joe waited for a moment before he answered. 'It said, 'YOU

HAVE SAVED MY LIFE. YOU HAVE WON A PRIZE. WHAT DO YOU WANT?'

'It didn't, did it? Did the goldfish really speak to you?' Isabel

sounde morinterestede

'Wha.

dityod asu?rokf

'

'Oh, I don't know ...' Joe wasn't brave enough to tell her. No intelligent person asks a computer for anything. If she laughed at him, he would feel like a fool. 'What could I ask

rof don'?I anythingneed Anyway.

wha, coulcomputeda

r

give me?'

Isabel looked at him carefully. 'I don't know. If you ask, you'll find out.'

Joe didn't answer. He thought he had found out already. He looked down at his shoes. They were the same comfortable old

shoe he's pud

omorningthat

H. hae beewearind

theg m

 

 

 

nearly every day for the last year.

 

Isabe

wasilenl durint dinnerg

Shpicke.

du hepspoor

an d

finishe

dhesouwithourp

wordta

Shstare. datheplatr

eash e

 

 

ate her spaghetti.

'Well, did you enjoy that?' Joe asked her.

.'Yes

Shsmile'

dhimat

.wahungry.'I s

 

'

 

waiteSh

untid thel werdrinkinye

theigcoffeer

The.

shn e

 

 

 

said'Joe,

I'v, beethinking

Wh.

don'y

yot

plau thaygamt

e

 

again and ask the goldfish for a nice little house? You know

how much I want one.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

firstA

Jo, jusstaree

dahert The.

nhsaide'You'r,

noe

t

serious

ar,youeIsabe,

wasn'l?It

likIsabelt

Shdidn'.e

believt

e

 

 

in magic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cours'Of

seriousI'm

Loo. kathiflats It'. tosmalo fol

usr .

 

 

 

We can't turn round in it! Look at the furniture. It's all old. You say you don't need anything. I think we need a lot of

things

Nex. imet whe, yon wiu

thgamen

sa, yowanu

at

.house

certainlSh' soundey

seriousd

.

 

Joe was surprised. He looked at his wife. 'Now who's

crazy?' he asked. 'What could a computer give you, except another game, perhaps?'

Isabeookel

straighd

bact

khima'Promist .

me, sh'saide

.

 

'Promis me Joe,MondayO.

whe, yon uginto

officethe

,

 

 

 

you'll play the goldfish game again. When you win, it'll ask

yowhau

yowantu

Tel. goldfisthe

aht yotwanu

nicat little e

house.'

Joe didn't say anything for a moment, but he knew when he

 

wabeatens noddedH.

'OK.Isabel,promise.I Bu.

thwhole e

 

 

 

idea is crazy. It's only a game.'

 

 

 

Isabel smiled. 'I know it's only a game, but what can we

 

lose? Oh, and Joe ...'

 

 

 

 

She got up and went into the hall. When she returned a

 

momen later,shewascarryin gpaperbag'Iforgo. ttelol

 

 

 

 

 

 

you. My brother brought these into the office just before I

 

camhome

boughH.e

the

m amonthfew

ags

ano hadneves

r

worthemnThey'r.

toesmalo

folhimr

Hthink.e

thes may yb

e

you.sizer

'

 

 

 

 

 

Joe took the bag and opened it. Inside, he found a pair of

 

siz teshoesn

.

 

 

 

 

 

MondaO

Lindy wena outearlt foylunchr

Jo.wae tils l

working at the computer when Mrs Parker went out, too. When she had gone, he took out the computer game. He felt

lik fooea bul

hknet wh hae

dtod oit Hpromise.ha d

Isabeld .

Hhae

dtplao

thygame

ane wind The.

reward.

 

 

 

He could not believe his eyes when the goldfish swam straigh int tho net Th. blue fishe thgree, fisn

fish with white spots did not get near it. The cat and the bird were left at the side of the pond.

He lifted the goldfish out of the pond and dropped it into the goldfish bowl. The goldfish swam round and round the bowl.

10

11

Then it swam towards Joe. It was opening and shutting its mouth. The message on the screen said:

scratcheJo

dhiheads

'Deagoldfish,.r

hsaid'e

quite fond of you. Please don't be angry with me. I'm afraid

 

goinI'm gtoas fok llarre

ybiprizg thie.times

'

 

He breathed deeply and then slowly typed the message,

'I WANT A NICE LITTLE HOUSE.' To himself he added,

'I hope the neighbours will be friendly.' It was all so strange. Hhae makdto jokea eomomenitfA. late hr sae thaw hit s

message had been accepted:

When Joe reached home that evening, there were a lot of boxes and bags in the hall of the flat. Isabel was in the bedroom, but she rushed out when she heard him.

'Joe

yoclever,u

cleve,

manr

Ho!

wdi yod

ud

oitIsn'?

ti

wonderful!

Sh'gave himeabi

huggan kissd'I'v.beee

ntoees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

housthe

anewe'rdmovinimmediatelyg

W.

cae sleen

therp

e

 

 

tonight. I've never been so excited in all my life!'

 

 

 

 

kisseJo

hedagainr

fo,luckr H.wae glas thad sht wae s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

happy

'Whahappened?.t

askedh' couldn'H.e

thin

ko f

 

 

 

 

anythin

 

 

elsg

 

esayto

buIsabe,t

didn'l notice

 

 

cam'I home

earlafternoon,thiy s

continuedsh'

'an, dI

 

 

 

 

 

found a card in the door. It was a business card and it said,

 

 

"You have won a nice little house". It gave the address. It's

 

wher

y'rethbuildine galthosenewHackHomest .wentSoI

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rehtrightawayelufIt'slovely!r.edIt'swon Call!ataxi,will

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you Joe, We'r?

goine

therg

nowe

I'v.

pue

atlo thingof

bags and boxes, and we can get the other things tomorrow.'

 

 

'Whaabou?ertutinthefur aske' dJoe'W.can'e sleeptther e

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

withou.furnituret

 

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'It's already furnished!' cried Isabel. 'You must know that.

 

It's one ofthe show houses. Everything in it is new. And it has

 

wonderfula

moder,

kitchen

jus, likt

theonemagazinesi n

.

 

 

 

 

 

jusI

lovt

Joe!it,

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

12

13

 

'That's great!' said Joe.

'You thought you could fool me, didn't you? That story about a goldfish! A computer game! You knew all the time

tha wt hae wocompetitiodthn .NewsnThei nDaily I' d

forgotten about it myself. I filled in the form in the newspaper

months ago.'

 

lookeJoseriousd 'Tha.wasn't stora abouy goldfish,the

'

he said. 'It was true.'

 

Isabestarel dathiman staredh backdFomomen.ar the y

both felt frightened. Then Isabel frowned and said, 'I don't believe it. We've had good luck, that's all. Call the taxi, Joe.'

14

 

For a few months, Isabel was happy. 'Of course, the house

is very small,' she said. 'The rooms aren't much larger than the

one

sinthflate anfurniture',thd

cheaps Bu.

yotcan'u

havt e

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

everything. The neighbours are friendly.'

 

 

 

 

 

Joe had a difficult time in the office. Mrs Parker and Linda

did not believe that Isabel had won their new Hacket home

 

an

dalfurniturthl e

newspapeicompetitionr

 

'Wha.

t

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

competition?

 

 

 

theasked'y

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Isabethinkl

probablyosu

helpey

dusParker,Mrs

Jo'tole d

 

 

 

 

 

 

his boss. 'You know a lot of people in the Hacket Homes

 

company.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MrParkes

lookeshockedr

 

'That'.

nosruet

Joe, didn'I.

t

 

know anything about the competition, and I didn't know

 

Isabel had filled in a form.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Yo saiu

thdwrone

thing

thagimet Joe,Lind'

sailaterd .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'She' realls angry You'r.

 

verlucky

JoeMayb,.

 

yoedon'u

t

need a job any more!' She stood up and said, 'Anyway, I

 

wouldn'

want

 

twio housena

couldn'i,fI

.wiestlynihot

 

'

 

 

 

'Yoknowu

Joe, I'v,thinking,bee

saiIsabe'd

gonevenil

.

 

 

 

 

 

'Thishouseisverysmall,andthefurnitur eischeapandnasty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We still own the flat. Let's sell this house and the flat, and buy

 

biggea .houser

 

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'No,'

said Joe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Then,Isabe'

 

wenl

ont

'i, wfhave

anmoney

lefty w,

cae

n

 

busomy furniturenew

Coul.

yod

finu

house?sda

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Certainly not!' said Joe. 'I like this house. It's our home

 

now

anbour,thneigd

 

friendlyars

 

won'I.

selt thl

don'I

want

biggeat houser

Thi.

ons

enoughibis g

t'

beautiful. Everything in it is new.'

 

 

 

 

 

Isabe gavl

himeahu

angkissd'Dea.

Joeryoneve,uchanger .

 

 

 

 

 

 

v'uoYneveeuoeietbirbman nasoydevenuliwrbelIn.aw

at

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bigger

bette, houser

 

I.yofwon'u selt thflat,e laughedsh'

,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'you'l

havl

 

et aso.goldfishthk e

 

'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

15

 

Joe groaned. He didn't play the goldfish game any more. He

 

were a clever man, didn't I? Now we have a really beautiful

 

enetlhefgirtf enhethougdwh

uobtaHntit.verjokee uobda t

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

home

an,

dwstile havmonel

yi.thnbanke

 

Sh' gave

hie ma

 

 

 

itdon'I.

want

tothat,'do hsaide

don'I, want

 

toas thk

e

 

 

 

 

small kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

goldfish for anything more.'

 

 

 

 

 

Joe smiled. He was beginning to agree with Isabel. He was

'No bu, yotwill,u

saiIsabel'd

'Yo. woul

dbsille

yiyof u

cleverVery.clverHe.adhneoditallHe.adhwonaryev

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

didn't Thin.

abouk

 

.it

'

 

 

difficulcompute

gamr

receiveand

rewardhis

H. fel t

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

excited. He had a lot of power.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Isabel put her hand on his arm. 'I knew you only had to ask

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.goldfishthe

 

 

laughedSh'

 

'I.wilt easiebl

nexr.imet

'

thoughJoe

about

 

tifot

lonar timeg Whe.

didn'he

hint

k There won't be a next time,' said Joe.

 

 

about it, Isabel talked about it. She didn't let him forget the

 

 

'Oh yes, there will,' said Isabel.

 

 

 

idea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Aren't you satisfied?' he asked her. 'What do you want?

 

 

At last, one evening in the summer, he pulled the computer

You'veverything.got

 

 

'

 

 

 

 

gam

oue

otdrawethf

 

 

or hideskf

Hhadn'forgotte.

hon

w 'OJoehdon',

yot seeu Ou? lifdifferenei s nowt

W.can'e

t

 

 

 

plato

 

yitSoo.

 

thn

fise

wah

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We'll have farms and lots of workers. We won't need to work.'

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