Mochamad Zahran Firdaus

THE LAZY JACK O nce upon a time there was a boy whose name was Jack, and he lived with his mother on a comm on. They were very poor, and the old woman got her living by spinning, but Jack was so lazy that he would do nothing but bask in the sun in the hot weather, and sit by the corner of the hearth in the winter-time. So they called him Lazy Jack. His mother could not get him to do anything for her, and at last told him, one Monday, that if he did not begin to work for his porridge she would turn him out to get his living as he could. This roused Jack, and he went out and hired himself for the next day to a neighbouring farmer for a penny; but as he was coming home, never having had any money before, he lost it in passing over a brook. "You stupid boy," said his mother, "you should have put it in your pocket." "I’ll do so another time," replied Jack. On Wednesday, Jack went out again and hired himself to a cow-keeper, who gave him a jar of milk f

   MY HOLIDAY My holiday, I went to grandma's house. M y grandma's house is located at Limbangan .  I went there with my family,  all of my family came except my father. This is a routine activity at the end of the year and Eid. I and my family went by car. My mom drove us to grandma's house . I left from dawn and arrived at the location around 7.00 AM. A fter arriving at grandma's house, I met my grandfather and siblings a nd we talk together. After that I did nothing but play my phone and lie down. On the second day, we woke up early in the morning and in the afternoon we would go to mum's grave. My grandmother died in 2018. We went to the cemetery not using a vehicle but walking, because the road there is not too far. The journey there is quite tiring, although the distance is not too far because the way up and down. After finishing, we returning home. On the third day which is also New Year's Eve, when the afternoon my brother invited to go to