I HAVE 5 MINUTES The Fence

I sat in the truck and looked out over the dashboard at my dad. The lights from the truck's headlights lit up the night and I could see my dad as he knelt in the snow to inspect the mangled fence. I watched quietly as he looked at the damage. Muddy tire tracks led from the road to the damaged fence. Broken wood and wire were everywhere. Broken glass lay beside a fence post. It looked bad.

My dad struggled to straighten the wire. He was having a very hard time. The fence needed a lot of work. Dad stood up, brushed the snow from his pants and walked back to the truck. A gust of wind entered the truck as he climbed in.

"Can you fix the fence?" I asked my dad as he settled in the truck.

"I think so," he said. "But it's too dark to fix now and I need my tools and more wood." I thought he might tell me more.

"It will be a big job. It isn't right that you have to fix it all by yourself when some one else crashed through it and ruined it," I said.

My dad looked at me and smiled. "I think someone will come forward and admit to hitting the fence," he said.

When we arrived at home, dad made me hot chocolate. I sat at the table in the kitchen and sipped my drink slowly as I listened to the wind howling outside.

Thirty minutes later, as we cleaned up our hot chocolate, light shown across our lawn and into our kitchen. Dad and I looked outside to see who was there. As I looked outside, I noticed the car in the driveway only had one headlight. The car stopped and the driver walked through the snow, towards our front door.

"Are you Mr. Smith?" the stranger asked when dad opened the door.

"Yes," Dad answered. "How can I help you?"

"Well, sir, my name is Tom Jones. I want to apologize for running into your fence this morning." Mr. Jones went on the explain he had been driving home from work and hit an icy patch and slid off of the road. He apologized again and promised he would help my dad fix the fence. He wrote down his name, address, and phone number on a piece of paper. He gave the paper to my dad. He shook my dad's hand and left.

Dad smiled as he closed the door. Dad could see I was surprised that someone had come to tell the truth. "Dad, how did you know someone would come and tell you about the fence?" I asked.

Dad said, "Well, I know I would have done the right thing, and I know you would have done the right thing. I think that most people have good hearts. I had faith this person would do the right thing too."
1)
Read the following sentence from the story.

He apologized again and promised he would help my dad fix the fence when the snow melted.

Based on this sentence, Mr. Jones can BEST be described as
A) adventurous.
B) honest.
C) proud.
D) unreliable.
2)
What can the reader conclude about Mr. Jones's car only having one working headlight?
A) The light bulb has burned out.
B) Ice and snow blocked one headlight.
C) The headlight broke in a car accident.
D) The car was old so the light didn't work.