NO LINKS!! c; 4. Part A: What question can be answered from image two?
A. How was Rumpelstiltskin’s name figured out?
B. How much was Rumpelstiltskin loved by animals?
C. How much straw did the miller’s daughter spin into gold?
D. Who was present when the queen finally said Rumpelstiltskin’s name?

Part B: Which two details from the story best answer the question selected in Part A?
A. “Now the queen lay awake all night, thinking of all the odd names that she had ever heard, and she sent messengers all over the land to find out new ones.”
B. “The second day she began with all the comical names she could hear of, BANDY-LEGS, HUNCHBACK, CROOK-SHANKS, and so on;”
C. “but the little gentleman still said to every one of them, “Madam, that is not my name.””
D. “I saw a little hut; and before the hut burnt a fire; and round about the fire a funny little dwarf was dancing upon one leg, and singing:”
E. “Then the little man began to chuckle at the thought of having the poor child, to take home ith him to his hut in the woods;””

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3. what differences do you see in the statistics between the two cities? what factors might account for the differences you see?

If a sentence is a run-on, correct it. if it is correct as written, write correct. 1.)i looked down. i saw that the well was apparently dry. 2.)we read the preamble to the constitution, our group felt anew the power of those words. 3.)the boy had trouble with the decimal point when multiplying he always put it in the wrong place. 4.)the thermometer broke, the mercury spilled onto the floor. 5.)i mislead my car keys, my house keys were also gone. 6.)it is against the law litter, neveretheless, people do it. 7.)ann threw away the check, but she eventually recovered it. 8.)i generally like the climate of the area where i live i do not enjoy subfrezzing winter temperatures. 9.)everyone should be polite, however many people are rude. 10.)i made my own chili to eat it one needs an iron stomach.

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed