A、His friend gave him the wrong key. B、He didn’t know where the back door was. C、He couldn’t find the key to his mailbox. D、It w

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My friend, Vernon Davies kept birds. One day he phoned and told me he was going away for a week. He asked me to feed the birds for him and said that he would leave the key to his front door in my mailbox.
    Unfortunately, I forgot all about the birds until the night before Vernon was going to return. What was worse, it was already dark when I arrived at his house. I soon found the key Vernon gave me could not unlock either the front door or the hack door. I was getting desperate. I kept thinking of what Vernon would say when he came back.
    I was just going m give up when I noticed that one bedroom window was slightly open. I found a barrel and pushed it under the window. As the barrel was very heavy, I made a lot of noise. But in the end, I managed to climb up and open the window.
    I actually had me leg inside the bedroom when I suddenly realized that someone was shining a torch up at me. I looked down and saw a policeman and an old lady, one of Vemon’s neighbors. "What are you doing up there?" said the policeman. Feeling like a complete fool, I replied, "I was just gong to feed Mr. Davies’s birds."