Last Sunday my family went to a small (11) near the river. The play was a (12) about a young farmer and his goat. My little sister could not see the (13) well, so my father held her up. The (14) was very quiet during the show. At the end, everyone stood up and clapped for a long time. My mother said the young (15) in the play would be a big star someday.
My grandfather does not watch TV. He listens to the (16) every morning. He says the news (17) at six is the best one of the day. Sometimes he leaves it on until late at night. The (18) from his room is not loud, so nobody says anything. Last year I gave him a new one, but he still uses the old black one. He took a (19) of it and put the photo on his desk. He says old things have a (20) meaning for him.