There must be a long, long list of relatives who haven’t gone to church. the awful grandmother knits the names of the dead and the living into one long prayer fringed with the grandchildren born in that barbaric country with its barbaric ways. i put my weight on one knee, then the other, and when they both grow fat as a mattress of pins, i slap them each awake.  micaela, you may wait outside with alfredito and enrique.  the awful grandmother says it all in spanish, which i understand when i’m paying attention. “what? ” i say, though it’s neither proper nor polite. “what? ” which the awful grandmother hears as “¿güat? ” but she only gives me a look and shoves me toward the door. after all the dust and dark, the light from the plaza makes me squinch my eyes like if i just came out of the movies. my brother keeks is drawing squiggly lines on the concrete with a wedge of glass and the heel of his shoe. my brother junior squatting against the entrance, talking to a lady and man. they’re not from here. ladies don’t come to church dressed in pants. and everybody knows men aren’t supposed to wear shorts.“¿quieres chicle? ” the lady asks in a spanish too big for her mouth.“gracias.” the lady gives him a whole handful of gum for free, little cellophane cubes of chiclets, cinnamon and aqua and the white ones that don’t taste like anything but are good for pretend buck teeth.“por favor,” says the lady. “¿un foto? ” pointing to her camera.“si.”she’s so busy taking junior’s picture, she doesn’t notice me and keeks.“hey, michele, keeks. you guys want gum? ”“but you speak english! ”“yeah,” my bother says, “we’re mericans.”we’re mericans, we’re mericans, and inside the awful grandmother prays. as you finish the story, record any details that relate to the topic of american identity.

Which excerpt from rudyard kipling’s the white man’s burden conveys

Read the passage from animal farm. as clover looked down the hillside her eyes filled with tears. if she could have spoken her thoughts, it would have been to say that this was not what they had aimed at when they had set themselves years ago to work for the overthrow of the human race. these scenes of terror and slaughter were not what they had looked forward to on that night when old major first stirred them to rebellion. if she herself had had any picture of the future, it had been of a society of animals set free from hunger and the whip, all equal, each working according to his capacity, the strong protecting the weak, as she had protected the lost brood of ducklings with her foreleg on the night of major's speech. instead—she did not know why—they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere, and when you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces after confessing to shocking crimes. there was no thought of rebellion or disobedience in her mind. she knew that, even as things were, they were far better off than they had been in the days of jones, and that before all else it was needful to prevent the return of the human beings. whatever happened she would remain faithful, work hard, carry out the orders that were given to her, and accept the leadership of napoleon. but still, it was not for this that she and all the other animals had hoped and toiled. it was not for this that they had built the windmill and faced the bullets of jones's gun. such were her thoughts, though she lacked the words to express them. what was most likely orwell’s purpose for writing this passage? to show that clover is more sensitive to violence than the others to remind readers of major's speech and the original rebellion to present napoleon as a cruel leader unworthy of the animals’ support to represent misled followers and their dashed hopes for better lives

In this excerpt , mr.stonecrop is compared to a mountain. how does this description relates to mr.stoncrops roll in the main conflict of the story