Once there was a little boy who had a grandmother who lived in Italy. She wrote and said that she was sending him a present, and the little boy wondered what it would be.
But when the present came, it was a strange pitcher. It was made of pottery, with odd-looking leaves on it, the colors of fruit, and fruit that was the color of leaves.
"I don't like it," he told his mother.
"Oh, I do," his mother said. "See how nicely it goes with our dishes!" So she put it on the table at every meal.
In the morning, it was full of orange juice for the little boy to pour for the whole family.
At noon, the strange pitcher was filled with milk for him to serve. And at night it had chocolate milk in it, or lemonade. Day after day, the little boy poured good-tasting things from the pitcher, and by and by, it didn't look strange any more.
One day, the little boy wrote to his grandmother in Italy and told her about the pitcher.
At the end of his letter, he said, "Thank you very much for the beautiful pitcher. I like it very much." And so he did.
The little boy thought that his own pitcher from Italy was the most beautiful pitcher in the whole world.
At the end of the story, _________.
the pitcher appeared to be more beautiful
the boy got the second persent that was the most beautiful in the whole world
the boy sent a present to his grandmother
the boy finally loved the pitcher