When Jacob opened his eyes, it was late morning. He closed ____________(THEY) again as there was no...

When Jacob opened his eyes, it was late morning. He closed them again as there was no point in getting up. It was the first day of holidays but it was no fun — all his friends were out of the city and Jacob knew that his parents were coming home from work late. Suddenly he heard a noise from the kitchen. Thieves? Jacob felt scared. Someone was there. Then he smelled pies cooking. Thieves do not cook pies and he immediately knew who it was. “Gran! I'm so glad you came!” Jacob rushed to the kitchen and hugged the smiling little lady. “Easy, easy, or I'll drop the saucepan. I'm making your favourite pie with vanilla sauce. Where do you keep cinnamon by the way? Cinnamon is written here, but there isn't any,” the woman handed him a little spice jar. “I don't know, Gran, honestly! But the cinnamon doesn't matter. It's great that you are here. I've got a lot to tell you.” The woman smiled. “OK, you get dressed and when you are ready, we'll chat. Hurry up!”

When Jacob opened his eyes, it was late morning. He closed them again as there was no point in getting up. It was the first day of holidays but it was no fun — all his friends were out of the city and Jacob knew that his parents would come home from work late. Suddenly he heard a noise from the kitchen. Thieves? Jacob felt scared. Someone was there. Then he smelled pies cooking. Thieves do not cook pies and he immediately knew who it was. “Gran! I'm so glad you came!” Jacob rushed to the kitchen and hugged the smiling little lady. “Easy, easy, or I'll drop the saucepan. I'm making your favourite pie with vanilla sauce. Where do you keep cinnamon by the way? Cinnamon is written here, but there isn't any,” the woman handed him a little spice jar. “I don't know, Gran, honestly! But the cinnamon doesn't matter. It's great that you are here. I've got a lot to tell you.” The woman smiled. “OK, you get dressed and when you are ready, we'll chat. Hurry up!”

When Jacob opened his eyes, it was late morning. He closed them again as there was no point in getting up. It was the first day of holidays but it was no fun — all his friends were out of the city and Jacob knew that his parents would come home from work late. Suddenly he heard a noise from the kitchen. Thieves? Jacob felt scared. Someone was there. Then he smelled pies cooking. Thieves do not cook pies and he immediately knew who it was. “Gran! I'm so glad you came!” Jacob rushed to the kitchen and hugged the smiling little lady. “Easy, easy, or I'll drop the saucepan. I am making your favourite pie with vanilla sauce. Where do you keep cinnamon by the way? Cinnamon is written here, but there isn't any,” the woman handed him a little spice jar. “I don't know, Gran, honestly! But the cinnamon doesn't matter. It's great that you are here. I've got a lot to tell you.” The woman smiled. “OK, you get dressed and when you are ready, we will chat. Hurry up!”