ASM 2 CRN 655 Chung Mei Ki Kitty

Part A Recital – Poem

This Road is Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh.

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken
Part B Dialogues
The Fisherman and the Fish

Once upon a time, there lived an old couple in an old wooden hut by the sea. The old
man went fishing every day, while his wife washed clothes at home.

One day, after whole day’s hard work, the fisherman had only caught one
little fish. He was very disappointed.

Suddenly, the fish opened her mouth and began to talk. “Please, Oldman, let me
go,” she said.

The fisherman was shocked to hear a fish speak. He thought to himself, “I

could never bring myself to kill such a wonderful fish!” So let her go.

Before leaving, the fish said to the fisherman, “Thank you so much! Please let me
know if you need anything. I’ll give you whatever you desire.”

The fisherman didn’t ask for anything. He went back home quickly and told his wife
about the strange thing that had happened to him on the shore.
His wife was angry with him for not making a wish.

She said, “You are such a fool. Why don’t you go and ask her for a new
house since ours is old?”.

The fisherman returned to the seashore and called out to the fish. He told
the fish “My wife wants a new house.” The fish promised to grant his wish.

When he returned, he saw a nice new cottage with a gate.

But his wife shouted even louder, "You are such a fool! Go back to the fish! I do
not want be an ordinary peasant, I want be a noblewoman!

“The poor old fisherman went to the sea. The waves were beginning to rise and beat
on the shore, and the sky had become even darker.

He called the golden fish, who swam up and asked him what he wanted.
He bowed humbly and explained, "Don't be angry, Your Majesty Golden
Fish. My wife has gone mad; she wants be a noblewoman."

The fish comforted him. And what did he see when he returned home?

The hut had become a great house. His wife was wearing an expensive sable jacket
and had headdress of brocade. She had on pearl necklaces and gold rings.

Source : https://www.scribd.com/document/252271954/Fisherman-and-a-Fish