One morning Joyce made some sandwiches for her husband’s lunch. As there was a little meat left, she gave it to Henry, their little dog. Henry ate it quickly.

During the morning the dog got ill. He wouldn’t stop shaking his head, and he couldn’t stand up properly. Joyce thought that it must have been the meat that gave him the trouble. She began to worry about her husband’s lunch. She called her husband immediately.

“Jim, I hope you haven’t eaten any of those sandwiches? You have? Two? Well, listen, and don’t eat any more. I gave Henry the last piece of meat, and he’s ill. Get to the doctor, Jim, What? You feel all right? No, Jim, don’t take a chance with your health. Please, and get some medicine.”

Jim came home and went to bed. He said he had taken some medicine but that made him very uncomfortable.

The next morning Jim was fine. Henry seemed quite all right, too. At 8:00 the milkman came with the milk. “How’s your dog this morning?” he asked. “Yesterday morning he and I had a little accident. He jumped at me, and I dropped a bottle of milk on his head.”

Joyce telephoned her husband because she thought the sandwiches had bad meat.

A.True

B.False