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　　Where did all the tigers go? That’s what Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh wants to know．India’s Sariska Project Tiger Reserve, once home to 26 tigers, is now home to none．Singh has ordered a police investigation into the 　　1　　 ，and created a new taskforce to save the 　　2　　 animals．

　　Tigers are an endangered species(物种)．Half of the world’s tiger 　　3　　 live in India．For years, tigers have been disappearing from India’s national parks, but Sariska may be the last straw．And the government has to react．

　　On Thursday, Singh held the first meeting of 　　4　　 officials, wildlife experts, and related leaders, aiming to count the nation’s remaining tigers, and to come up with a plan to keep them safe．

　　It is not hard to guess why the tigers are disappearing．Poachers(偷猎者)can 　　5　　 the big cats for ＄50,000 each．Tiger skin and bones are popular in Chinese 　　6　　．A single tiger tooth can fetch ＄120．Recently, a group of poachers admitted killing ten tigers in Sariska and were 　　7　　．

　　“Indian tiger poaching is probably the biggest conservation problem in modern times．” said Belinda Wright, the head of the Wildlife Protection Society of India．

　　However, poaching isn’t the only 　　8　　．Many poachers use advanced technologies, like night glasses and long–range binoculars．Forest security officers are paid so 　　9　　 that few of them bother to track down the poachers．Even if a security guard were to find a poacher, many carry only a stick to make him obey the law．

　　Tiger fans hope that Singh’s plans mean end for the poachers and 　　10　　 for the endangered species．

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　　Old Joe and his son Tony were on their way to the White River to catch some fish．They started on the trip long before the sun 　　1　　． Old Joe drove the car．Tony 　　2　　 in the back seat．

　　Outside the city, Joe drove slowly down the river road．　　3　　 on he saw something in the middle of the 　　4　　．He stopped the car．Tony sat 　　5　　 in the back seat．“What's wrong?”he asked in a sleepy voice．Old Joe pushed the head forward to see what 　　6　　 the road．“It's one of those fish-killing turtles,”he said．Tony opened his eyes wide and looked at the 　　7　　 thing．It was the biggest turtle he had 　　8　　 seen．

　　The two men got out of the car and stood 　　9　　 down at the turtle．It looked like a 　　10　　 green rock．Suddenly, it moved a little and 　　11　　 sharp marks in the dirt．Then it stopped．

　　“　　12　　 he is going to the river,”Tony said, “these turtles kill fish．”They 　　13　　 it．“I could crush him under the wheels of the car,”Tony said, “　　14　　 he is too big．”

　　The turtle pushed his ugly head toward the men．“He thinks there is going to be a 　　15　　,” Tony said,“I wish I had brought my gun．”

　　“You are not going to 　　16　　 him, are you?”Old Joe asked．

　　“Why not? Turtles kill our fish, don't they? ”

　　“Yes!” agreed Old Joe．“They kill fish．　　17　　 lets them do it．The turtle kills fish to eat and 　　18　　．We kill fish too－we men．Do we kill them so we can live? No．We do it for 　　19　　．”

　　Old Joe walked around behind the turtle and gently pushed it with his shoe．The turtle went forward 　　20　　 the road and into the tall grass．He was going toward the river．

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　　One cold night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．There I was walking home around one o'clock in the morning after a 　　1　　 practice at the theatre．With the opening night only a week away, I was still learning my lines by heart．I was having 　　2　　 handling my part-time job at the bank in the daytime and my acting at night at the same time．As I walked, I thought seriously about 　　3　　 both acting and San Francisco．I had 　　4　　 too much of city life．

　　As I walked down the 　　5　　 streets under the tall buildings, I felt very small and cold, so I began 　　6　　 both to keep warm and to keep away from any possible robbers．Very few people were still out except a few homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my 　　7　　, I heard a sound behind me．I 　　8　　 quickly, half expecting to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still, the noise had made me 　　9　　, so I started to run faster．Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I 　　10　　 what the noise had been．It had been my wallet 　　11　　 to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore．I ran out of the door and back to where I'd heard the noise．Although I searched the sidewalk 　　12　　 for 15 minutes, my wallet was nowhere to be found．

　　Just as I was about to quit the 　　13　　, I heard the garbage truck stop to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice came from the inside, “Alisa Camacho?” I thought I was dreaming．How could this man know my name? The door opened and out jumped a small blonde man with an 　　14　　 look in his eyes．“Is this what you're looking for?” He asked, holding up a wallet．

　　It was already 3 a. m. by the time I got into bed．I couldn't get much sleep, but I had got my wallet back．I also had got back some 　　15　　 of city life．I realized the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were willing to help each other．

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