One night, Mary heard some big  36_  noise.  “Doh, Doh, …” It  37  for a few minutes.  Mary went out of her bedroom to search everywhere.  Her parents were sleeping and there were no  38  people in the house.  Mary   39 _ to her bedroom.
Mary heard the noise again.  She thought, “Is it a cat?  Mike has a cat.  But cats miaow.  They don’t make such noise.”
“Maybe it’s a bird   40  around and looking for a place to rest.  No!  That doesn’t make any noise.”
Maybe it’s the whisper of my parents.  They _41  be   42  in their room.  But that noise wasn’t a whisper at all.”
Mary went to bed again but she heard the noise again. She was   43_   and fell  44_   her bed. Her legs were   45_   and she could not climb up any more.

One night, Mary heard some big  36_  noise.  “Doh, Doh, …” It  37   for a few minutes.  Mary went out of her bedroom to search everywhere.  Her parents were sleeping and there were no   38  people in the house.  Mary   39 _ to her bedroom.

Mary heard the noise again.  She thought, “Is it a cat?  Mike has a cat.  But cats miaow.  They don’t make such noise.”

“Maybe it’s a bird   40   around and looking for a place to rest.  No!  That doesn’t make any noise.”

Maybe it’s the whisper of my parents.  They _41   be   42   in their room.  But that noise wasn’t a whisper at all.”

Mary went to bed again but she heard the noise again. She was   43_   and fell  44_    her bed. Her legs were   45_   and she could not climb up any more.

One morning it took me an hour to watch a small ant carry a huge feather across my back porch (走廊). Several times it met objects on its path and after a short time it would go around them.

At one point the ant had to deal with a crack (裂缝) about 10mm wide. After a short time of thought, the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked across it and picked it up on the other side then continued on its way.

I was attracted by the cleverness of this ant, one of God’s smallest creatures (生物). It was an example of the wonder of creation. Here was an insect, tiny, yet given a brain (大脑) to think, explore, discover and beat difficulties. But this ant, just like people, also shares human weaknesses.

After some time the ant finally reached its home — a flower bed at the end of the porch and a small hole that was the entrance to its underground home. And it was here that the ant finally faced the problem. How could that large feather possibly fit down the small hole?

Of course it couldn’t. So the ant, after all this trouble and using much creativity, beating difficulties all along the way, just left the feather behind and went home.

The ant had not thought the problem through before it began its brave journey and in the end the feather was nothing more than a heavy weight.

Isn’t our life like that?

We worry about how much money we have, we worry about work, about where we live, about all kinds of things. These worries are heavy things, and they make an already difficult life even more difficult. Worrying will do nothing good for us. When we get to where we want to be in life, we will understand that worrying can only bring us down.

65. Did the writer show a great interest in the ant at first?

66. How did the ant cross the crack?

67. Did the ant take the feather into the hole or give it up?

68. What do you think of the ant?

69. What does the writer want to tell us?