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One cold afternoon...

One cold afternoon, the postman was slowly pushing his bicycle up the hill that led out of the village. He was walking very carefully because there was a lot of ice on the ground. He had only one more letter to deliver: this was for an old lady who lived at the top of the hill. Everyone called her «grandmother». She had lived alone ever since her daughter had immigrated to Australia many years before. She always used to invite the postman in for a cup of tea whenever he took her a letter and tell him about her two grandchildren in Australia, whom she had never seen. Of course she had lots of photographs of them, which she used to show him.

Just as the postman approached her gate, a small boy came running down the hill. Suddenly the boy slipped on the icy road and fell. The postman let his bicycle fall and hurried across the road to help the boy. After a quick examination, he found that the boy had hurt his leg very badly. In fact he thought that the boy’s leg might be broken. He knew that «grandmother» did not have a telephone, so he stopped a passing motorist and asked him to take the boy to Dr. Stone, who lived in the village. Dr. Stone had just retired, after returning from a voyage round the world, but he looked after the boy until they could get an ambulance to take him to hospital. (After Donnew Byrne)

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