FRED MEETS HIS FRIENDS

Fred was riding down the street. He was riding Tom’s bicycle. He didn’t like it. It was old and the light was broken. “But Tome likes it,” he thought. “Tom likes his bicycle, and I like mine.”
He met John at the corner.
“Isn’t that Tom’s bicycle ?” asked John.
“Yes, it is,” said Fred.
“Where’s yours ?”
“Mine is broken”
“Where are you going ?” asked John.
“I’m going to the bookstore.. I want to buy a new workbook. Have you bought yours ? “
“Yes, I bought mine yesterday.”
“See you later, John,” said Fred.
Fred rode to the bookstore. He bought a workbook and started to leave. Then mary came into the store.
“Where is Tom ?” she asked.
“He’s at home,” said Fred.
“Isn’t that his bicycle outside ? “ she asked.
“Yes,” said Fred. “I’m riding it.”
“Where’s yours ?”
“I broke mine last night. I have to hurry now, Mary. So long.”
“Good-bye”