In an old, slightly crooked house on Maple Street lived a ghost named Gilbert. Unlike other ghosts, Gilbert wasn’t scary at all. He didn’t rattle chains, howl at night, or scare people with cold breath on their necks. No, Gilbert had a different passion: he loved cookies. Every night, when the family in the house went to bed, Gilbert would float into the kitchen. He couldn’t actually eat the cookies — being a ghost had its downsides — but he loved to arrange them in funny patterns: smiley faces, little castles, and even a cookie dinosaur once. One night, little Mia woke up for a glass of water. She walked into the kitchen and froze. There, in the moonlight, floated a translucent figure surrounded by cookies. “A ghost!” she whispered. Gilbert turned around, startled. “Oh, hello!” he said cheerfully. “Do you like my cookie galaxy? I spent an hour on it!” Mia’s eyes widened. “You… you’re not going to scare me?” “Scare you?” Gilbert looked offended. “Why would I do that? I’m just trying to
Урок 1/Рассказ 1: "The Ghost Who Loved Cookies "( "Призрак, который любил печенье")
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