Excerpt from The Heron and the Hummingbird - A Re-Telling of the Classic Tale
Lee Washington
Heron and Hummingbird began their ascent from the land, flying high enough to
avoid the trees in their path. They coasted over the green canopy of leaves: The
heron, realizing that it was going to be a long race, kept a good attitude. After about a
half mile, Hummingbird spotted a patch of violets. He dove from his place in the sky
with a loud zoom to taste the nectar from the flowers. It was so good that he took a
break from the race for a long sweet drink. Heron glanced down at his friend, but kept
flying straight ahead like an engine on a railroad track. After a while, Hummingbird
struggled to get back into the race, his belly full of nectar. He decided to settle down
in a cozy moss nest on the side of a tree for some shuteye.
Which word BEST describes Hummingbird?
A)
adventurous
distracted
lazy
sneaky

Which phrase best defines “quotations”

Read the excerpt from act ii, scene v of romeo and juliet. friar laurence: these violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite: 15 therefore love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. friar laurence is motivated to offer this warning because he knows that something bad will certainly happen to the lovers. feels that romeo is acting foolishly and should not get married. enjoys giving advice because he is wise and can others. wants to caution romeo about the consequences of his actions.

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.