Siblings Mikey was eating breakfast on a Saturday morning when her mom came into the kitchen to ask where her older brother was. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s probably playing video games.” She slurped another mouthful of cereal off her spoon and heard her mom calling to Henry to get out of the basement for once. She turned the page of the book she was reading. Henry had turned 16 a few weeks before, and since then, he had spent most of his weekends in the basement—there was an old TV set up with his video game console, a mini-fridge filled with sodas, and a beat-up, old futon their dad had in college. The washing machine and dryer were also located down there, and Mikey knew her mom hated it when Henry wouldn’t leave the basement long enough for her to do the laundry in peace. Their mom walked back into the kitchen and sat down across the table from Mikey. “I just don’t understand that boy anymore,” she said. “Does he talk to you?” “He stopped talking to me in the third grade, when he started coming home late on school days,” Mikey said. She shrugged and put her book down. They used to be best friends, Mikey and Henry. They took their golden retriever Scout on long walks through the undeveloped forest area behind their house every day after school. They would pretend to be in Middle Earth, like the characters from the Lord of the Rings series (which Henry used to read obsessively). Mikey was basically interested in anything Henry was and happy to be Gollum or an orc or whatever evil creature Henry felt like vanquishing that day. (Scout was always on Mikey’s side, because she had a disadvantage, being younger than Henry and the evil character.) When it got dark, they would make their way back through the trees to the wide lawn in the backyard of their house, and then in through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen for a snack. Henry liked to eat peanut butter sandwiches and would make three: two for him and one for Mikey. Their mom would come home a little while later, and they would pretend to be starving for dinner. But at some point in the last year, everything changed. Henry started making plans with his friends after school, and the house would be empty—except for Scout—when Mikey was dropped off from carpool after school. Sometimes Henry didn’t come home until after Mikey and her parents were already sitting down to eat dinner. It soon became Mikey’s job to take Scout on a walk by herself, but it was becoming winter, and the sun was setting early, and Mikey was nervous to go into the undeveloped woods by herself. “Really, Mom, the person it bothers the most is Scout. She absolutely hates having to walk on the streets in the neighborhood. Dogs were made for running around trees, not for walking on asphalt.” Mikey shrugged again. Her mom smiled at her sadly and reached across the table to take Mikey’s cheek in her hand, but Mikey brushed it off quickly. She always did that when she felt sorry for Mikey. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said. “Do you want me and Dad to talk to Henry about Scout’s predicament?” Mikey shook her head emphatically. “He would just resent Scout,” she said. Her mom nodded. “Maybe. I’m sure he’ll grow out of this phase soon.” Mikey picked her book up again. “I doubt it,” she said. Her mom stood up and left the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming in through the big windows that surrounded the room, and Scout was lying in a patch of warmth under Mikey’s chair. She supposed this was how it would always be: her and Scout, hanging out and growing old together as if Henry had never existed. Suddenly, the whirring sound of the washing machine rose up from the basement. Henry walked into the kitchen and sat down where their mom was sitting before. “Hey, Mikey,” he said. “Want to take Scout on a walk?” Mikey put her book down and smiled. “Sure,” she said. What main problem does Mikey face?

Her brother Henry does not spend much time with her anymore

Her brother Henry no longer makes her sandwiches after school

Her dog Scout does not want to go on walks on the streets in the neighborhood

She always has to pretend to be the bad guy when she plays with her brother

Siblings Mikey was eating breakfast on a Saturday morning when her mom came into the kitchen to ask where her older brother was. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s probably playing video games.” She slurped another mouthful of cereal off her spoon and heard her mom calling to Henry to get out of the basement for once. She turned the page of the book she was reading. Henry had turned 16 a few weeks before, and since then, he had spent most of his weekends in the basement—there was an old TV set up with his video game console, a mini-fridge filled with sodas, and a beat-up, old futon their dad had in college. The washing machine and dryer were also located down there, and Mikey knew her mom hated it when Henry wouldn’t leave the basement long enough for her to do the laundry in peace. Their mom walked back into the kitchen and sat down across the table from Mikey. “I just don’t understand that boy anymore,” she said. “Does he talk to you?” “He stopped talking to me in the third grade, when he started coming home late on school days,” Mikey said. She shrugged and put her book down. They used to be best friends, Mikey and Henry. They took their golden retriever Scout on long walks through the undeveloped forest area behind their house every day after school. They would pretend to be in Middle Earth, like the characters from the Lord of the Rings series (which Henry used to read obsessively). Mikey was basically interested in anything Henry was and happy to be Gollum or an orc or whatever evil creature Henry felt like vanquishing that day. (Scout was always on Mikey’s side, because she had a disadvantage, being younger than Henry and the evil character.) When it got dark, they would make their way back through the trees to the wide lawn in the backyard of their house, and then in through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen for a snack. Henry liked to eat peanut butter sandwiches and would make three: two for him and one for Mikey. Their mom would come home a little while later, and they would pretend to be starving for dinner. But at some point in the last year, everything changed. Henry started making plans with his friends after school, and the house would be empty—except for Scout—when Mikey was dropped off from carpool after school. Sometimes Henry didn’t come home until after Mikey and her parents were already sitting down to eat dinner. It soon became Mikey’s job to take Scout on a walk by herself, but it was becoming winter, and the sun was setting early, and Mikey was nervous to go into the undeveloped woods by herself. “Really, Mom, the person it bothers the most is Scout. She absolutely hates having to walk on the streets in the neighborhood. Dogs were made for running around trees, not for walking on asphalt.” Mikey shrugged again. Her mom smiled at her sadly and reached across the table to take Mikey’s cheek in her hand, but Mikey brushed it off quickly. She always did that when she felt sorry for Mikey. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said. “Do you want me and Dad to talk to Henry about Scout’s predicament?” Mikey shook her head emphatically. “He would just resent Scout,” she said. Her mom nodded. “Maybe. I’m sure he’ll grow out of this phase soon.” Mikey picked her book up again. “I doubt it,” she said. Her mom stood up and left the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming in through the big windows that surrounded the room, and Scout was lying in a patch of warmth under Mikey’s chair. She supposed this was how it would always be: her and Scout, hanging out and growing old together as if Henry had never existed. Suddenly, the whirring sound of the washing machine rose up from the basement. Henry walked into the kitchen and sat down where their mom was sitting before. “Hey, Mikey,” he said. “Want to take Scout on a walk?” Mikey put her book down and smiled. “Sure,” she said. Mikey looks up to her older brother Henry and likes being with him. What evidence from the passage best supports this conclusion?

“Mikey was basically interested in anything Henry was and happy to be Gollum or an orc or whatever evil creature Henry felt like vanquishing that day.”

“They took their golden retriever Scout on long walks through the undeveloped forest area behind their house every day after school.”

“Scout was always on Mikey’s side, because she had a disadvantage, being younger than Henry and the evil one.”

“They would pretend to be in Middle Earth, like the characters from the Lord of the Rings series (which Henry used to read obsessively).”

Siblings Mikey was eating breakfast on a Saturday morning when her mom came into the kitchen to ask where her older brother was. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s probably playing video games.” She slurped another mouthful of cereal off her spoon and heard her mom calling to Henry to get out of the basement for once. She turned the page of the book she was reading. Henry had turned 16 a few weeks before, and since then, he had spent most of his weekends in the basement—there was an old TV set up with his video game console, a mini-fridge filled with sodas, and a beat-up, old futon their dad had in college. The washing machine and dryer were also located down there, and Mikey knew her mom hated it when Henry wouldn’t leave the basement long enough for her to do the laundry in peace. Their mom walked back into the kitchen and sat down across the table from Mikey. “I just don’t understand that boy anymore,” she said. “Does he talk to you?” “He stopped talking to me in the third grade, when he started coming home late on school days,” Mikey said. She shrugged and put her book down. They used to be best friends, Mikey and Henry. They took their golden retriever Scout on long walks through the undeveloped forest area behind their house every day after school. They would pretend to be in Middle Earth, like the characters from the Lord of the Rings series (which Henry used to read obsessively). Mikey was basically interested in anything Henry was and happy to be Gollum or an orc or whatever evil creature Henry felt like vanquishing that day. (Scout was always on Mikey’s side, because she had a disadvantage, being younger than Henry and the evil character.) When it got dark, they would make their way back through the trees to the wide lawn in the backyard of their house, and then in through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen for a snack. Henry liked to eat peanut butter sandwiches and would make three: two for him and one for Mikey. Their mom would come home a little while later, and they would pretend to be starving for dinner. But at some point in the last year, everything changed. Henry started making plans with his friends after school, and the house would be empty—except for Scout—when Mikey was dropped off from carpool after school. Sometimes Henry didn’t come home until after Mikey and her parents were already sitting down to eat dinner. It soon became Mikey’s job to take Scout on a walk by herself, but it was becoming winter, and the sun was setting early, and Mikey was nervous to go into the undeveloped woods by herself. “Really, Mom, the person it bothers the most is Scout. She absolutely hates having to walk on the streets in the neighborhood. Dogs were made for running around trees, not for walking on asphalt.” Mikey shrugged again. Her mom smiled at her sadly and reached across the table to take Mikey’s cheek in her hand, but Mikey brushed it off quickly. She always did that when she felt sorry for Mikey. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said. “Do you want me and Dad to talk to Henry about Scout’s predicament?” Mikey shook her head emphatically. “He would just resent Scout,” she said. Her mom nodded. “Maybe. I’m sure he’ll grow out of this phase soon.” Mikey picked her book up again. “I doubt it,” she said. Her mom stood up and left the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming in through the big windows that surrounded the room, and Scout was lying in a patch of warmth under Mikey’s chair. She supposed this was how it would always be: her and Scout, hanging out and growing old together as if Henry had never existed. Suddenly, the whirring sound of the washing machine rose up from the basement. Henry walked into the kitchen and sat down where their mom was sitting before. “Hey, Mikey,” he said. “Want to take Scout on a walk?” Mikey put her book down and smiled. “Sure,” she said. Why does Mikey tell her mom that Scout is most bothered by Henry not spending time with them?

because Mikey does not want to tell her mom how much she misses Henry

because Mikey thinks this will get Henry to spend time with her again

because Mikey is worried about Scout’s emotional well-being

because Mikey wants her mom to tell Henry to take Scout on walks again

Siblings Mikey was eating breakfast on a Saturday morning when her mom came into the kitchen to ask where her older brother was. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s probably playing video games.” She slurped another mouthful of cereal off her spoon and heard her mom calling to Henry to get out of the basement for once. She turned the page of the book she was reading. Henry had turned 16 a few weeks before, and since then, he had spent most of his weekends in the basement—there was an old TV set up with his video game console, a mini-fridge filled with sodas, and a beat-up, old futon their dad had in college. The washing machine and dryer were also located down there, and Mikey knew her mom hated it when Henry wouldn’t leave the basement long enough for her to do the laundry in peace. Their mom walked back into the kitchen and sat down across the table from Mikey. “I just don’t understand that boy anymore,” she said. “Does he talk to you?” “He stopped talking to me in the third grade, when he started coming home late on school days,” Mikey said. She shrugged and put her book down. They used to be best friends, Mikey and Henry. They took their golden retriever Scout on long walks through the undeveloped forest area behind their house every day after school. They would pretend to be in Middle Earth, like the characters from the Lord of the Rings series (which Henry used to read obsessively). Mikey was basically interested in anything Henry was and happy to be Gollum or an orc or whatever evil creature Henry felt like vanquishing that day. (Scout was always on Mikey’s side, because she had a disadvantage, being younger than Henry and the evil character.) When it got dark, they would make their way back through the trees to the wide lawn in the backyard of their house, and then in through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen for a snack. Henry liked to eat peanut butter sandwiches and would make three: two for him and one for Mikey. Their mom would come home a little while later, and they would pretend to be starving for dinner. But at some point in the last year, everything changed. Henry started making plans with his friends after school, and the house would be empty—except for Scout—when Mikey was dropped off from carpool after school. Sometimes Henry didn’t come home until after Mikey and her parents were already sitting down to eat dinner. It soon became Mikey’s job to take Scout on a walk by herself, but it was becoming winter, and the sun was setting early, and Mikey was nervous to go into the undeveloped woods by herself. “Really, Mom, the person it bothers the most is Scout. She absolutely hates having to walk on the streets in the neighborhood. Dogs were made for running around trees, not for walking on asphalt.” Mikey shrugged again. Her mom smiled at her sadly and reached across the table to take Mikey’s cheek in her hand, but Mikey brushed it off quickly. She always did that when she felt sorry for Mikey. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said. “Do you want me and Dad to talk to Henry about Scout’s predicament?” Mikey shook her head emphatically. “He would just resent Scout,” she said. Her mom nodded. “Maybe. I’m sure he’ll grow out of this phase soon.” Mikey picked her book up again. “I doubt it,” she said. Her mom stood up and left the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming in through the big windows that surrounded the room, and Scout was lying in a patch of warmth under Mikey’s chair. She supposed this was how it would always be: her and Scout, hanging out and growing old together as if Henry had never existed. Suddenly, the whirring sound of the washing machine rose up from the basement. Henry walked into the kitchen and sat down where their mom was sitting before. “Hey, Mikey,” he said. “Want to take Scout on a walk?” Mikey put her book down and smiled. “Sure,” she said. What is this story mostly about?

a girl who misses spending time with her brother

a brother and sister who stay close friends as they grow up

a girl who likes taking walks in the woods with her dog

a boy grows up and develops new interests

Siblings Mikey was eating breakfast on a Saturday morning when her mom came into the kitchen to ask where her older brother was. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s probably playing video games.” She slurped another mouthful of cereal off her spoon and heard her mom calling to Henry to get out of the basement for once. She turned the page of the book she was reading. Henry had turned 16 a few weeks before, and since then, he had spent most of his weekends in the basement—there was an old TV set up with his video game console, a mini-fridge filled with sodas, and a beat-up, old futon their dad had in college. The washing machine and dryer were also located down there, and Mikey knew her mom hated it when Henry wouldn’t leave the basement long enough for her to do the laundry in peace. Their mom walked back into the kitchen and sat down across the table from Mikey. “I just don’t understand that boy anymore,” she said. “Does he talk to you?” “He stopped talking to me in the third grade, when he started coming home late on school days,” Mikey said. She shrugged and put her book down. They used to be best friends, Mikey and Henry. They took their golden retriever Scout on long walks through the undeveloped forest area behind their house every day after school. They would pretend to be in Middle Earth, like the characters from the Lord of the Rings series (which Henry used to read obsessively). Mikey was basically interested in anything Henry was and happy to be Gollum or an orc or whatever evil creature Henry felt like vanquishing that day. (Scout was always on Mikey’s side, because she had a disadvantage, being younger than Henry and the evil character.) When it got dark, they would make their way back through the trees to the wide lawn in the backyard of their house, and then in through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen for a snack. Henry liked to eat peanut butter sandwiches and would make three: two for him and one for Mikey. Their mom would come home a little while later, and they would pretend to be starving for dinner. But at some point in the last year, everything changed. Henry started making plans with his friends after school, and the house would be empty—except for Scout—when Mikey was dropped off from carpool after school. Sometimes Henry didn’t come home until after Mikey and her parents were already sitting down to eat dinner. It soon became Mikey’s job to take Scout on a walk by herself, but it was becoming winter, and the sun was setting early, and Mikey was nervous to go into the undeveloped woods by herself. “Really, Mom, the person it bothers the most is Scout. She absolutely hates having to walk on the streets in the neighborhood. Dogs were made for running around trees, not for walking on asphalt.” Mikey shrugged again. Her mom smiled at her sadly and reached across the table to take Mikey’s cheek in her hand, but Mikey brushed it off quickly. She always did that when she felt sorry for Mikey. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said. “Do you want me and Dad to talk to Henry about Scout’s predicament?” Mikey shook her head emphatically. “He would just resent Scout,” she said. Her mom nodded. “Maybe. I’m sure he’ll grow out of this phase soon.” Mikey picked her book up again. “I doubt it,” she said. Her mom stood up and left the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming in through the big windows that surrounded the room, and Scout was lying in a patch of warmth under Mikey’s chair. She supposed this was how it would always be: her and Scout, hanging out and growing old together as if Henry had never existed. Suddenly, the whirring sound of the washing machine rose up from the basement. Henry walked into the kitchen and sat down where their mom was sitting before. “Hey, Mikey,” he said. “Want to take Scout on a walk?” Mikey put her book down and smiled. “Sure,” she said. Read the following sentences: “Really, Mom, the person it bothers the most is Scout. She absolutely hates having to walk on the streets in the neighborhood. Dogs were made for running around trees, not for walking on asphalt.” Mikey shrugged again. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said. “Do you want me and Dad to talk to Henry about Scout’s predicament?” As used in this sentence, what does the word “predicament” mean?

a difficult or unpleasant situation

a question that is easy to answer

a pleasant and enjoyable situation

Amusement Park Motion Whiz! Bing! Thump! Ding ding ding ding ding! When they’re jumbled up together, the sounds at an amusement park can become a roar. At the arcade, there is booming music and the sound of quarters clinking into slots. Two girls jump in unison as they compete in a dance game. Underneath it all, there is the rustling of prize tickets being folded up and jammed into pockets. At the amusement park, there is noise everywhere. And where there is noise, there is motion. On a hot summer day, some children hide out from the sun inside the cool, dark bumper car arena. One grinning boy is behind the wheel of a bright blue car with a thick, black bumper. He’s too young to drive a real car, but here, he can speed around the track. The boy sets his sights on a long-haired girl in a green car. She’s sitting still, caught in something of a bumper car traffic jam. Then he slams his car into hers. The collision stops his car in its tracks, but it sends her car sailing away from his. In the crash, his car’s momentum shifts to her car. They both laugh. Elsewhere on the track, two other cars careen toward each other. When they crash, both bumper cars reverse course. They bounce backward, away from the point of impact. One driver’s head is knocked sideways, but these mini crashes are all fun. No one is hurt and no one is crying. In the arcade nearby, something similar is happening at the pool table. One player slams her stick into the white cue ball. This sends the cue ball rolling quickly to the other end of the table, where it hits a striped ball. In an instant, the cue ball stops moving. The striped ball takes on its momentum and sails into the pocket. Her opponent isn’t having much luck at the pool table. He strikes the cue ball with the stick, but aims badly. The white ball bounces off three edges of the pool table until it finally slows and comes to a stop. At the air hockey table, the action of the game is happening almost too quickly to follow. One player moves to protect her goal, but she’s not holding onto her air hockey pusher tightly, and it goes flying out of her hand when the puck hits it. In the next room two boys are playing ping pong. One boy is new to the game and is losing. Every time he hits the ball, he swings the paddle with too much force. The tiny ball has very little mass, but the boy’s fast swing sends it off the table entirely. In this case, the boy is giving the ball too much momentum. Momentum, the quantity of motion in a moving object, is determined by an object’s mass and its velocity. Most of the time, it’s against the rules to hit things. But at amusement parks, certain kinds of hitting are part of the fun. The boy losing at ping pong doesn’t mind, because he’s enjoying hitting the ball as hard as he can. At the batting cage, a girl wearing a helmet hits a baseball with so much force that it makes a loud “crack!” In the arcade, a man has paid two quarters to see how many small plastic animals he can whack with a rubber mallet. When he hits them, their heads sink back inside the machine. His daughter is sitting in front of another game. She’s shooting small balls at stuffed monsters. If she hits one straight on, it falls over and she wins tickets. At another game, players pay a dollar for the chance to hit some milk bottles with a ball. If they knock all the bottles over, they win a huge stuffed animal. This game is very hard to win even if players throw the ball with a lot of force, because some of the bottles are very heavy. Often, the heavy bottle wobbles but doesn’t fall over. One boy doesn’t want to leave the amusement park, but he is exhausted. The batting cage, ping pong, and the milk bottle game have left him with a very tired right arm. All the speed and crashes in the bumper car were fun, but they tired him out as well. There’s only so much motion most people can enjoy in a day. Eventually, even the most energetic children run out of momentum. It’s time for them to climb into bed and be still. Where does this passage take place?

a pleasant and enjoyable situation

Amusement Park Motion Whiz! Bing! Thump! Ding ding ding ding ding! When they’re jumbled up together, the sounds at an amusement park can become a roar. At the arcade, there is booming music and the sound of quarters clinking into slots. Two girls jump in unison as they compete in a dance game. Underneath it all, there is the rustling of prize tickets being folded up and jammed into pockets. At the amusement park, there is noise everywhere. And where there is noise, there is motion. On a hot summer day, some children hide out from the sun inside the cool, dark bumper car arena. One grinning boy is behind the wheel of a bright blue car with a thick, black bumper. He’s too young to drive a real car, but here, he can speed around the track. The boy sets his sights on a long-haired girl in a green car. She’s sitting still, caught in something of a bumper car traffic jam. Then he slams his car into hers. The collision stops his car in its tracks, but it sends her car sailing away from his. In the crash, his car’s momentum shifts to her car. They both laugh. Elsewhere on the track, two other cars careen toward each other. When they crash, both bumper cars reverse course. They bounce backward, away from the point of impact. One driver’s head is knocked sideways, but these mini crashes are all fun. No one is hurt and no one is crying. In the arcade nearby, something similar is happening at the pool table. One player slams her stick into the white cue ball. This sends the cue ball rolling quickly to the other end of the table, where it hits a striped ball. In an instant, the cue ball stops moving. The striped ball takes on its momentum and sails into the pocket. Her opponent isn’t having much luck at the pool table. He strikes the cue ball with the stick, but aims badly. The white ball bounces off three edges of the pool table until it finally slows and comes to a stop. At the air hockey table, the action of the game is happening almost too quickly to follow. One player moves to protect her goal, but she’s not holding onto her air hockey pusher tightly, and it goes flying out of her hand when the puck hits it. In the next room two boys are playing ping pong. One boy is new to the game and is losing. Every time he hits the ball, he swings the paddle with too much force. The tiny ball has very little mass, but the boy’s fast swing sends it off the table entirely. In this case, the boy is giving the ball too much momentum. Momentum, the quantity of motion in a moving object, is determined by an object’s mass and its velocity. Most of the time, it’s against the rules to hit things. But at amusement parks, certain kinds of hitting are part of the fun. The boy losing at ping pong doesn’t mind, because he’s enjoying hitting the ball as hard as he can. At the batting cage, a girl wearing a helmet hits a baseball with so much force that it makes a loud “crack!” In the arcade, a man has paid two quarters to see how many small plastic animals he can whack with a rubber mallet. When he hits them, their heads sink back inside the machine. His daughter is sitting in front of another game. She’s shooting small balls at stuffed monsters. If she hits one straight on, it falls over and she wins tickets. At another game, players pay a dollar for the chance to hit some milk bottles with a ball. If they knock all the bottles over, they win a huge stuffed animal. This game is very hard to win even if players throw the ball with a lot of force, because some of the bottles are very heavy. Often, the heavy bottle wobbles but doesn’t fall over. One boy doesn’t want to leave the amusement park, but he is exhausted. The batting cage, ping pong, and the milk bottle game have left him with a very tired right arm. All the speed and crashes in the bumper car were fun, but they tired him out as well. There’s only so much motion most people can enjoy in a day. Eventually, even the most energetic children run out of momentum. It’s time for them to climb into bed and be still. The author provides a list of what?

ways momentum is used at an amusement park

prizes won at an amusement park

Amusement Park Motion Whiz! Bing! Thump! Ding ding ding ding ding! When they’re jumbled up together, the sounds at an amusement park can become a roar. At the arcade, there is booming music and the sound of quarters clinking into slots. Two girls jump in unison as they compete in a dance game. Underneath it all, there is the rustling of prize tickets being folded up and jammed into pockets. At the amusement park, there is noise everywhere. And where there is noise, there is motion. On a hot summer day, some children hide out from the sun inside the cool, dark bumper car arena. One grinning boy is behind the wheel of a bright blue car with a thick, black bumper. He’s too young to drive a real car, but here, he can speed around the track. The boy sets his sights on a long-haired girl in a green car. She’s sitting still, caught in something of a bumper car traffic jam. Then he slams his car into hers. The collision stops his car in its tracks, but it sends her car sailing away from his. In the crash, his car’s momentum shifts to her car. They both laugh. Elsewhere on the track, two other cars careen toward each other. When they crash, both bumper cars reverse course. They bounce backward, away from the point of impact. One driver’s head is knocked sideways, but these mini crashes are all fun. No one is hurt and no one is crying. In the arcade nearby, something similar is happening at the pool table. One player slams her stick into the white cue ball. This sends the cue ball rolling quickly to the other end of the table, where it hits a striped ball. In an instant, the cue ball stops moving. The striped ball takes on its momentum and sails into the pocket. Her opponent isn’t having much luck at the pool table. He strikes the cue ball with the stick, but aims badly. The white ball bounces off three edges of the pool table until it finally slows and comes to a stop. At the air hockey table, the action of the game is happening almost too quickly to follow. One player moves to protect her goal, but she’s not holding onto her air hockey pusher tightly, and it goes flying out of her hand when the puck hits it. In the next room two boys are playing ping pong. One boy is new to the game and is losing. Every time he hits the ball, he swings the paddle with too much force. The tiny ball has very little mass, but the boy’s fast swing sends it off the table entirely. In this case, the boy is giving the ball too much momentum. Momentum, the quantity of motion in a moving object, is determined by an object’s mass and its velocity. Most of the time, it’s against the rules to hit things. But at amusement parks, certain kinds of hitting are part of the fun. The boy losing at ping pong doesn’t mind, because he’s enjoying hitting the ball as hard as he can. At the batting cage, a girl wearing a helmet hits a baseball with so much force that it makes a loud “crack!” In the arcade, a man has paid two quarters to see how many small plastic animals he can whack with a rubber mallet. When he hits them, their heads sink back inside the machine. His daughter is sitting in front of another game. She’s shooting small balls at stuffed monsters. If she hits one straight on, it falls over and she wins tickets. At another game, players pay a dollar for the chance to hit some milk bottles with a ball. If they knock all the bottles over, they win a huge stuffed animal. This game is very hard to win even if players throw the ball with a lot of force, because some of the bottles are very heavy. Often, the heavy bottle wobbles but doesn’t fall over. One boy doesn’t want to leave the amusement park, but he is exhausted. The batting cage, ping pong, and the milk bottle game have left him with a very tired right arm. All the speed and crashes in the bumper car were fun, but they tired him out as well. There’s only so much motion most people can enjoy in a day. Eventually, even the most energetic children run out of momentum. It’s time for them to climb into bed and be still. When the boy crashes his bumper car into the girl’s bumper car, the momentum from his car is transferred to hers. What evidence from the text supports this statement?

“The collision stops his car in its tracks, but it sends her car sailing away from his.”

“She’s sitting still, caught in something of a bumper car traffic jam.”

“Then he slams his car into hers.”

“The boy sets his sights on a long-haired girl in a green car.”

Amusement Park Motion Whiz! Bing! Thump! Ding ding ding ding ding! When they’re jumbled up together, the sounds at an amusement park can become a roar. At the arcade, there is booming music and the sound of quarters clinking into slots. Two girls jump in unison as they compete in a dance game. Underneath it all, there is the rustling of prize tickets being folded up and jammed into pockets. At the amusement park, there is noise everywhere. And where there is noise, there is motion. On a hot summer day, some children hide out from the sun inside the cool, dark bumper car arena. One grinning boy is behind the wheel of a bright blue car with a thick, black bumper. He’s too young to drive a real car, but here, he can speed around the track. The boy sets his sights on a long-haired girl in a green car. She’s sitting still, caught in something of a bumper car traffic jam. Then he slams his car into hers. The collision stops his car in its tracks, but it sends her car sailing away from his. In the crash, his car’s momentum shifts to her car. They both laugh. Elsewhere on the track, two other cars careen toward each other. When they crash, both bumper cars reverse course. They bounce backward, away from the point of impact. One driver’s head is knocked sideways, but these mini crashes are all fun. No one is hurt and no one is crying. In the arcade nearby, something similar is happening at the pool table. One player slams her stick into the white cue ball. This sends the cue ball rolling quickly to the other end of the table, where it hits a striped ball. In an instant, the cue ball stops moving. The striped ball takes on its momentum and sails into the pocket. Her opponent isn’t having much luck at the pool table. He strikes the cue ball with the stick, but aims badly. The white ball bounces off three edges of the pool table until it finally slows and comes to a stop. At the air hockey table, the action of the game is happening almost too quickly to follow. One player moves to protect her goal, but she’s not holding onto her air hockey pusher tightly, and it goes flying out of her hand when the puck hits it. In the next room two boys are playing ping pong. One boy is new to the game and is losing. Every time he hits the ball, he swings the paddle with too much force. The tiny ball has very little mass, but the boy’s fast swing sends it off the table entirely. In this case, the boy is giving the ball too much momentum. Momentum, the quantity of motion in a moving object, is determined by an object’s mass and its velocity. Most of the time, it’s against the rules to hit things. But at amusement parks, certain kinds of hitting are part of the fun. The boy losing at ping pong doesn’t mind, because he’s enjoying hitting the ball as hard as he can. At the batting cage, a girl wearing a helmet hits a baseball with so much force that it makes a loud “crack!” In the arcade, a man has paid two quarters to see how many small plastic animals he can whack with a rubber mallet. When he hits them, their heads sink back inside the machine. His daughter is sitting in front of another game. She’s shooting small balls at stuffed monsters. If she hits one straight on, it falls over and she wins tickets. At another game, players pay a dollar for the chance to hit some milk bottles with a ball. If they knock all the bottles over, they win a huge stuffed animal. This game is very hard to win even if players throw the ball with a lot of force, because some of the bottles are very heavy. Often, the heavy bottle wobbles but doesn’t fall over. One boy doesn’t want to leave the amusement park, but he is exhausted. The batting cage, ping pong, and the milk bottle game have left him with a very tired right arm. All the speed and crashes in the bumper car were fun, but they tired him out as well. There’s only so much motion most people can enjoy in a day. Eventually, even the most energetic children run out of momentum. It’s time for them to climb into bed and be still. What is this passage mostly about?

examples of motion and momentum

Amusement Park Motion Whiz! Bing! Thump! Ding ding ding ding ding! When they’re jumbled up together, the sounds at an amusement park can become a roar. At the arcade, there is booming music and the sound of quarters clinking into slots. Two girls jump in unison as they compete in a dance game. Underneath it all, there is the rustling of prize tickets being folded up and jammed into pockets. At the amusement park, there is noise everywhere. And where there is noise, there is motion. On a hot summer day, some children hide out from the sun inside the cool, dark bumper car arena. One grinning boy is behind the wheel of a bright blue car with a thick, black bumper. He’s too young to drive a real car, but here, he can speed around the track. The boy sets his sights on a long-haired girl in a green car. She’s sitting still, caught in something of a bumper car traffic jam. Then he slams his car into hers. The collision stops his car in its tracks, but it sends her car sailing away from his. In the crash, his car’s momentum shifts to her car. They both laugh. Elsewhere on the track, two other cars careen toward each other. When they crash, both bumper cars reverse course. They bounce backward, away from the point of impact. One driver’s head is knocked sideways, but these mini crashes are all fun. No one is hurt and no one is crying. In the arcade nearby, something similar is happening at the pool table. One player slams her stick into the white cue ball. This sends the cue ball rolling quickly to the other end of the table, where it hits a striped ball. In an instant, the cue ball stops moving. The striped ball takes on its momentum and sails into the pocket. Her opponent isn’t having much luck at the pool table. He strikes the cue ball with the stick, but aims badly. The white ball bounces off three edges of the pool table until it finally slows and comes to a stop. At the air hockey table, the action of the game is happening almost too quickly to follow. One player moves to protect her goal, but she’s not holding onto her air hockey pusher tightly, and it goes flying out of her hand when the puck hits it. In the next room two boys are playing ping pong. One boy is new to the game and is losing. Every time he hits the ball, he swings the paddle with too much force. The tiny ball has very little mass, but the boy’s fast swing sends it off the table entirely. In this case, the boy is giving the ball too much momentum. Momentum, the quantity of motion in a moving object, is determined by an object’s mass and its velocity. Most of the time, it’s against the rules to hit things. But at amusement parks, certain kinds of hitting are part of the fun. The boy losing at ping pong doesn’t mind, because he’s enjoying hitting the ball as hard as he can. At the batting cage, a girl wearing a helmet hits a baseball with so much force that it makes a loud “crack!” In the arcade, a man has paid two quarters to see how many small plastic animals he can whack with a rubber mallet. When he hits them, their heads sink back inside the machine. His daughter is sitting in front of another game. She’s shooting small balls at stuffed monsters. If she hits one straight on, it falls over and she wins tickets. At another game, players pay a dollar for the chance to hit some milk bottles with a ball. If they knock all the bottles over, they win a huge stuffed animal. This game is very hard to win even if players throw the ball with a lot of force, because some of the bottles are very heavy. Often, the heavy bottle wobbles but doesn’t fall over. One boy doesn’t want to leave the amusement park, but he is exhausted. The batting cage, ping pong, and the milk bottle game have left him with a very tired right arm. All the speed and crashes in the bumper car were fun, but they tired him out as well. There’s only so much motion most people can enjoy in a day. Eventually, even the most energetic children run out of momentum. It’s time for them to climb into bed and be still. Why does the author explain momentum by using different examples at an amusement park?

to illustrate what momentum is with examples that are most likely familiar to the reader

to make the reader feel as though he or she is at an amusement park

to illustrate what momentum is in a confusing way that the reader cannot understand

to illustrate what momentum is with examples that are most likely unfamiliar to the reader

Our Changing Earth: Plate Tectonics and Large-Scale System Interactions David and Charlie were setting off on a hiking trip with their uncle Max. They had packed all of the essential items they would need for their day of hiking. Inside their backpacks were sandwiches, water, sunscreen, bug spray, a long sleeve shirt for the cold, and sunglasses for the sun. Before they started on their trip, they gathered around a picnic table with their uncle. He showed them what was inside his own backpack. His bag was heavier. He had all the same things David and Charlie had in their bags, except he also had a first aid kit, extra water bottles, a flashlight and a bunch of folded papers. “What is with all the papers, Uncle Max?” asked David. “Are you going to be doing some homework at the top of the mountain?” Uncle Max and the boys laughed. “No,” said Uncle Max, spreading out the folded papers. “These are all maps. They will show us where we are headed.” “Why don’t you just look up the map on your phone?” asked Charlie. “Well, we can do that too,” said Uncle Max. “But just in case the phone battery dies or we lose service, we will have these maps on paper. Plus a few of these maps show specific trails for the park that may not be listed on your phone.” Uncle Max opened one of the maps even wider and pointed to a spot with his finger. “This is where we are,” he said. “See all of the trees around us? And this is the trail we are going to take up the mountain and then back.” Uncle Max pointed at a mountain to the right. Sure enough, it was on the map in the same spot. The boys adjusted their bags, tied their shoes tight, and started off down the trail following behind Uncle Max. “How do the people who make the maps know where everything is?” asked Charlie. “Well, there is something called cartography,” said Uncle Max. “Cartography is the study and making of maps. Cartographers use science and exploration to establish where certain parts of the earth are.” Uncle Max and the boys hiked around a bunch of trees and followed a path over a small river. “Do maps tell you about what is under the water too?” asked David. “Some of them do,” said Uncle Max. “Not all maps show all bodies of water. But bigger bodies of water like oceans and lakes are often mapped out. If you are exploring in the ocean and you want to find a coral reef or a sunken ship, then that would be included on a map.” The three walked for another hour. As they went, they looked at all the trees and plants. They also saw a deer and a few frogs. After a few more minutes, the boys stopped and had some water, while Uncle Max showed them where they were on the map. They were almost at the bottom of the mountain—they could see it right up in front of them. “In school we learned that the earth’s surface moves,” said David, as they started walking again. “Because the earth is made up of plates.” “Plates?” asked Charlie. “Like the plates we use to eat lunch?” Uncle Max laughed. “Sort of,” he said. “More like puzzle pieces that fit together. And yes, they do move, but usually they move very slowly. If you look at maps that scientists have created of what the earth looked like many, many years ago, you can see that countries and islands on the earth were in different places. Land masses broke apart and floated.” “So then maps change,” said Charlie. “Yes, they have to be updated to reflect any changes,” said Uncle Max. “Not that those changes happen very fast.” “Earthquakes happen fast, though,” said David. “Definitely,” said Uncle Max. “Very fast. An earthquake is the result of a sudden release of energy in the earth’s crust that creates something called seismic waves. That is why the machine used to measure an earthquake is called a seismometer. This machine helps scientists figure out what is going on in the earth and helps predict any future earthquakes, since they sometimes come in patterns.” “That’s scary,” said Charlie. “It is. But that shows you how powerful the earth’s movements can be,” said Uncle Max. The three hikers reached the mountain. David looked up. “We are going all the way up there?” he asked. He was tired from his first hike and was not looking forward to heading up the mountain. Uncle Max laughed. “How about we have our sandwiches down here instead?” he suggested. “Then we can go back and swim in the lake.” The boys agreed. So Uncle Max laid a blanket on a big flat rock, and the three had their sandwiches in the sun. Then they took a photo in front of the mountain, so they could show their mom. Maybe next time they came back, they could use the map to climb the mountain. In the passage, Uncle Max describes a number of things to the boys. How does he describe earthquakes?

a sudden release of energy in the earth’s crust that creates seismic waves

a slow event that occurs over many years

a gradual release in pressure that rarely causes problems

an unexpected natural disaster that could happen at any time

Our Changing Earth: Plate Tectonics and Large-Scale System Interactions David and Charlie were setting off on a hiking trip with their uncle Max. They had packed all of the essential items they would need for their day of hiking. Inside their backpacks were sandwiches, water, sunscreen, bug spray, a long sleeve shirt for the cold, and sunglasses for the sun. Before they started on their trip, they gathered around a picnic table with their uncle. He showed them what was inside his own backpack. His bag was heavier. He had all the same things David and Charlie had in their bags, except he also had a first aid kit, extra water bottles, a flashlight and a bunch of folded papers. “What is with all the papers, Uncle Max?” asked David. “Are you going to be doing some homework at the top of the mountain?” Uncle Max and the boys laughed. “No,” said Uncle Max, spreading out the folded papers. “These are all maps. They will show us where we are headed.” “Why don’t you just look up the map on your phone?” asked Charlie. “Well, we can do that too,” said Uncle Max. “But just in case the phone battery dies or we lose service, we will have these maps on paper. Plus a few of these maps show specific trails for the park that may not be listed on your phone.” Uncle Max opened one of the maps even wider and pointed to a spot with his finger. “This is where we are,” he said. “See all of the trees around us? And this is the trail we are going to take up the mountain and then back.” Uncle Max pointed at a mountain to the right. Sure enough, it was on the map in the same spot. The boys adjusted their bags, tied their shoes tight, and started off down the trail following behind Uncle Max. “How do the people who make the maps know where everything is?” asked Charlie. “Well, there is something called cartography,” said Uncle Max. “Cartography is the study and making of maps. Cartographers use science and exploration to establish where certain parts of the earth are.” Uncle Max and the boys hiked around a bunch of trees and followed a path over a small river. “Do maps tell you about what is under the water too?” asked David. “Some of them do,” said Uncle Max. “Not all maps show all bodies of water. But bigger bodies of water like oceans and lakes are often mapped out. If you are exploring in the ocean and you want to find a coral reef or a sunken ship, then that would be included on a map.” The three walked for another hour. As they went, they looked at all the trees and plants. They also saw a deer and a few frogs. After a few more minutes, the boys stopped and had some water, while Uncle Max showed them where they were on the map. They were almost at the bottom of the mountain—they could see it right up in front of them. “In school we learned that the earth’s surface moves,” said David, as they started walking again. “Because the earth is made up of plates.” “Plates?” asked Charlie. “Like the plates we use to eat lunch?” Uncle Max laughed. “Sort of,” he said. “More like puzzle pieces that fit together. And yes, they do move, but usually they move very slowly. If you look at maps that scientists have created of what the earth looked like many, many years ago, you can see that countries and islands on the earth were in different places. Land masses broke apart and floated.” “So then maps change,” said Charlie. “Yes, they have to be updated to reflect any changes,” said Uncle Max. “Not that those changes happen very fast.” “Earthquakes happen fast, though,” said David. “Definitely,” said Uncle Max. “Very fast. An earthquake is the result of a sudden release of energy in the earth’s crust that creates something called seismic waves. That is why the machine used to measure an earthquake is called a seismometer. This machine helps scientists figure out what is going on in the earth and helps predict any future earthquakes, since they sometimes come in patterns.” “That’s scary,” said Charlie. “It is. But that shows you how powerful the earth’s movements can be,” said Uncle Max. The three hikers reached the mountain. David looked up. “We are going all the way up there?” he asked. He was tired from his first hike and was not looking forward to heading up the mountain. Uncle Max laughed. “How about we have our sandwiches down here instead?” he suggested. “Then we can go back and swim in the lake.” The boys agreed. So Uncle Max laid a blanket on a big flat rock, and the three had their sandwiches in the sun. Then they took a photo in front of the mountain, so they could show their mom. Maybe next time they came back, they could use the map to climb the mountain. The movement of the earth’s plates has changed the way that the earth looks over many years. What evidence from the text supports this conclusion?

Maps of the earth many years ago show countries and islands in different places

Science and exploration is used to establish where certain parts of the earth are

Some maps show where a coral reef is located or where a sunken ship can be found

Earthquakes sometimes come in patterns

Our Changing Earth: Plate Tectonics and Large-Scale System Interactions David and Charlie were setting off on a hiking trip with their uncle Max. They had packed all of the essential items they would need for their day of hiking. Inside their backpacks were sandwiches, water, sunscreen, bug spray, a long sleeve shirt for the cold, and sunglasses for the sun. Before they started on their trip, they gathered around a picnic table with their uncle. He showed them what was inside his own backpack. His bag was heavier. He had all the same things David and Charlie had in their bags, except he also had a first aid kit, extra water bottles, a flashlight and a bunch of folded papers. “What is with all the papers, Uncle Max?” asked David. “Are you going to be doing some homework at the top of the mountain?” Uncle Max and the boys laughed. “No,” said Uncle Max, spreading out the folded papers. “These are all maps. They will show us where we are headed.” “Why don’t you just look up the map on your phone?” asked Charlie. “Well, we can do that too,” said Uncle Max. “But just in case the phone battery dies or we lose service, we will have these maps on paper. Plus a few of these maps show specific trails for the park that may not be listed on your phone.” Uncle Max opened one of the maps even wider and pointed to a spot with his finger. “This is where we are,” he said. “See all of the trees around us? And this is the trail we are going to take up the mountain and then back.” Uncle Max pointed at a mountain to the right. Sure enough, it was on the map in the same spot. The boys adjusted their bags, tied their shoes tight, and started off down the trail following behind Uncle Max. “How do the people who make the maps know where everything is?” asked Charlie. “Well, there is something called cartography,” said Uncle Max. “Cartography is the study and making of maps. Cartographers use science and exploration to establish where certain parts of the earth are.” Uncle Max and the boys hiked around a bunch of trees and followed a path over a small river. “Do maps tell you about what is under the water too?” asked David. “Some of them do,” said Uncle Max. “Not all maps show all bodies of water. But bigger bodies of water like oceans and lakes are often mapped out. If you are exploring in the ocean and you want to find a coral reef or a sunken ship, then that would be included on a map.” The three walked for another hour. As they went, they looked at all the trees and plants. They also saw a deer and a few frogs. After a few more minutes, the boys stopped and had some water, while Uncle Max showed them where they were on the map. They were almost at the bottom of the mountain—they could see it right up in front of them. “In school we learned that the earth’s surface moves,” said David, as they started walking again. “Because the earth is made up of plates.” “Plates?” asked Charlie. “Like the plates we use to eat lunch?” Uncle Max laughed. “Sort of,” he said. “More like puzzle pieces that fit together. And yes, they do move, but usually they move very slowly. If you look at maps that scientists have created of what the earth looked like many, many years ago, you can see that countries and islands on the earth were in different places. Land masses broke apart and floated.” “So then maps change,” said Charlie. “Yes, they have to be updated to reflect any changes,” said Uncle Max. “Not that those changes happen very fast.” “Earthquakes happen fast, though,” said David. “Definitely,” said Uncle Max. “Very fast. An earthquake is the result of a sudden release of energy in the earth’s crust that creates something called seismic waves. That is why the machine used to measure an earthquake is called a seismometer. This machine helps scientists figure out what is going on in the earth and helps predict any future earthquakes, since they sometimes come in patterns.” “That’s scary,” said Charlie. “It is. But that shows you how powerful the earth’s movements can be,” said Uncle Max. The three hikers reached the mountain. David looked up. “We are going all the way up there?” he asked. He was tired from his first hike and was not looking forward to heading up the mountain. Uncle Max laughed. “How about we have our sandwiches down here instead?” he suggested. “Then we can go back and swim in the lake.” The boys agreed. So Uncle Max laid a blanket on a big flat rock, and the three had their sandwiches in the sun. Then they took a photo in front of the mountain, so they could show their mom. Maybe next time they came back, they could use the map to climb the mountain. Based on the information Uncle Max explains, what can be concluded about the impact of the movement of the earth’s plates?

The movement of the earth’s plates affects the location of lands and oceans

The movement of the earth’s plates does not affect the location of lands and oceans

The movement of the earth’s plates only affects the location of the oceans

The movement of the earth’s plates only affects the location of islands

Our Changing Earth: Plate Tectonics and Large-Scale System Interactions David and Charlie were setting off on a hiking trip with their uncle Max. They had packed all of the essential items they would need for their day of hiking. Inside their backpacks were sandwiches, water, sunscreen, bug spray, a long sleeve shirt for the cold, and sunglasses for the sun. Before they started on their trip, they gathered around a picnic table with their uncle. He showed them what was inside his own backpack. His bag was heavier. He had all the same things David and Charlie had in their bags, except he also had a first aid kit, extra water bottles, a flashlight and a bunch of folded papers. “What is with all the papers, Uncle Max?” asked David. “Are you going to be doing some homework at the top of the mountain?” Uncle Max and the boys laughed. “No,” said Uncle Max, spreading out the folded papers. “These are all maps. They will show us where we are headed.” “Why don’t you just look up the map on your phone?” asked Charlie. “Well, we can do that too,” said Uncle Max. “But just in case the phone battery dies or we lose service, we will have these maps on paper. Plus a few of these maps show specific trails for the park that may not be listed on your phone.” Uncle Max opened one of the maps even wider and pointed to a spot with his finger. “This is where we are,” he said. “See all of the trees around us? And this is the trail we are going to take up the mountain and then back.” Uncle Max pointed at a mountain to the right. Sure enough, it was on the map in the same spot. The boys adjusted their bags, tied their shoes tight, and started off down the trail following behind Uncle Max. “How do the people who make the maps know where everything is?” asked Charlie. “Well, there is something called cartography,” said Uncle Max. “Cartography is the study and making of maps. Cartographers use science and exploration to establish where certain parts of the earth are.” Uncle Max and the boys hiked around a bunch of trees and followed a path over a small river. “Do maps tell you about what is under the water too?” asked David. “Some of them do,” said Uncle Max. “Not all maps show all bodies of water. But bigger bodies of water like oceans and lakes are often mapped out. If you are exploring in the ocean and you want to find a coral reef or a sunken ship, then that would be included on a map.” The three walked for another hour. As they went, they looked at all the trees and plants. They also saw a deer and a few frogs. After a few more minutes, the boys stopped and had some water, while Uncle Max showed them where they were on the map. They were almost at the bottom of the mountain—they could see it right up in front of them. “In school we learned that the earth’s surface moves,” said David, as they started walking again. “Because the earth is made up of plates.” “Plates?” asked Charlie. “Like the plates we use to eat lunch?” Uncle Max laughed. “Sort of,” he said. “More like puzzle pieces that fit together. And yes, they do move, but usually they move very slowly. If you look at maps that scientists have created of what the earth looked like many, many years ago, you can see that countries and islands on the earth were in different places. Land masses broke apart and floated.” “So then maps change,” said Charlie. “Yes, they have to be updated to reflect any changes,” said Uncle Max. “Not that those changes happen very fast.” “Earthquakes happen fast, though,” said David. “Definitely,” said Uncle Max. “Very fast. An earthquake is the result of a sudden release of energy in the earth’s crust that creates something called seismic waves. That is why the machine used to measure an earthquake is called a seismometer. This machine helps scientists figure out what is going on in the earth and helps predict any future earthquakes, since they sometimes come in patterns.” “That’s scary,” said Charlie. “It is. But that shows you how powerful the earth’s movements can be,” said Uncle Max. The three hikers reached the mountain. David looked up. “We are going all the way up there?” he asked. He was tired from his first hike and was not looking forward to heading up the mountain. Uncle Max laughed. “How about we have our sandwiches down here instead?” he suggested. “Then we can go back and swim in the lake.” The boys agreed. So Uncle Max laid a blanket on a big flat rock, and the three had their sandwiches in the sun. Then they took a photo in front of the mountain, so they could show their mom. Maybe next time they came back, they could use the map to climb the mountain. What is the main idea of this story?

Maps can help show you where you are and where you are headed

Maps can help predict the movement of Earth’s plates

Maps can replace your cell phone if it runs out of battery

Our Changing Earth: Plate Tectonics and Large-Scale System Interactions David and Charlie were setting off on a hiking trip with their uncle Max. They had packed all of the essential items they would need for their day of hiking. Inside their backpacks were sandwiches, water, sunscreen, bug spray, a long sleeve shirt for the cold, and sunglasses for the sun. Before they started on their trip, they gathered around a picnic table with their uncle. He showed them what was inside his own backpack. His bag was heavier. He had all the same things David and Charlie had in their bags, except he also had a first aid kit, extra water bottles, a flashlight and a bunch of folded papers. “What is with all the papers, Uncle Max?” asked David. “Are you going to be doing some homework at the top of the mountain?” Uncle Max and the boys laughed. “No,” said Uncle Max, spreading out the folded papers. “These are all maps. They will show us where we are headed.” “Why don’t you just look up the map on your phone?” asked Charlie. “Well, we can do that too,” said Uncle Max. “But just in case the phone battery dies or we lose service, we will have these maps on paper. Plus a few of these maps show specific trails for the park that may not be listed on your phone.” Uncle Max opened one of the maps even wider and pointed to a spot with his finger. “This is where we are,” he said. “See all of the trees around us? And this is the trail we are going to take up the mountain and then back.” Uncle Max pointed at a mountain to the right. Sure enough, it was on the map in the same spot. The boys adjusted their bags, tied their shoes tight, and started off down the trail following behind Uncle Max. “How do the people who make the maps know where everything is?” asked Charlie. “Well, there is something called cartography,” said Uncle Max. “Cartography is the study and making of maps. Cartographers use science and exploration to establish where certain parts of the earth are.” Uncle Max and the boys hiked around a bunch of trees and followed a path over a small river. “Do maps tell you about what is under the water too?” asked David. “Some of them do,” said Uncle Max. “Not all maps show all bodies of water. But bigger bodies of water like oceans and lakes are often mapped out. If you are exploring in the ocean and you want to find a coral reef or a sunken ship, then that would be included on a map.” The three walked for another hour. As they went, they looked at all the trees and plants. They also saw a deer and a few frogs. After a few more minutes, the boys stopped and had some water, while Uncle Max showed them where they were on the map. They were almost at the bottom of the mountain—they could see it right up in front of them. “In school we learned that the earth’s surface moves,” said David, as they started walking again. “Because the earth is made up of plates.” “Plates?” asked Charlie. “Like the plates we use to eat lunch?” Uncle Max laughed. “Sort of,” he said. “More like puzzle pieces that fit together. And yes, they do move, but usually they move very slowly. If you look at maps that scientists have created of what the earth looked like many, many years ago, you can see that countries and islands on the earth were in different places. Land masses broke apart and floated.” “So then maps change,” said Charlie. “Yes, they have to be updated to reflect any changes,” said Uncle Max. “Not that those changes happen very fast.” “Earthquakes happen fast, though,” said David. “Definitely,” said Uncle Max. “Very fast. An earthquake is the result of a sudden release of energy in the earth’s crust that creates something called seismic waves. That is why the machine used to measure an earthquake is called a seismometer. This machine helps scientists figure out what is going on in the earth and helps predict any future earthquakes, since they sometimes come in patterns.” “That’s scary,” said Charlie. “It is. But that shows you how powerful the earth’s movements can be,” said Uncle Max. The three hikers reached the mountain. David looked up. “We are going all the way up there?” he asked. He was tired from his first hike and was not looking forward to heading up the mountain. Uncle Max laughed. “How about we have our sandwiches down here instead?” he suggested. “Then we can go back and swim in the lake.” The boys agreed. So Uncle Max laid a blanket on a big flat rock, and the three had their sandwiches in the sun. Then they took a photo in front of the mountain, so they could show their mom. Maybe next time they came back, they could use the map to climb the mountain. Uncle Max compares the earth’s plates to puzzle pieces. Why does Mr. Max compare the earth’s plates to puzzle pieces?

to show that the earth’s plates fit together like puzzle pieces

to show that the earth’s plates are as confusing as puzzle pieces

to show that the earth’s plates need to be put together by humans just like puzzle pieces

to show that the earth’s plates are made of the same material as puzzle pieces

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Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

In the sentence below, the word pale shows that the light was –

They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins.

Bright

Clear

Dim

Warm

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MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

What does the photograph of Marvin mainly suggest about him?

He is not afraid of anything

He is known for playing jokes

He is more scared than he admits

He is about to have a prank played on him

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CCSS.RL.4.1

CCSS.RL.5.1

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MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

Which of these happens first in the passage?

Steven hides in the closet

Marvin falls asleep

Steven suggests playing a trick

Jason asks Marvin if he believes in ghosts.

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MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

Read the following sentence from the passage:

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep.

What mood does the phrase “drifted off” create?

Curious

Calm

Playful

Hopeful

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CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.2.4

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MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

Which words does the author use to emphasize how scared Marvin felt?

“gulped” and “gripped”

“stepped towards”

“closer to the door”

“leapt” and “shouted”

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CCSS.RL.2.4

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MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

Why does Marvin jump backwards and fall onto the sleeping bags?

Steven pushes him

Steven scares him

He is angry with Steven

He wants to go back to sleep

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CCSS.RL.5.3

CCSS.RL.6.3

CCSS.RL.3.3

CCSS.RL.2.3

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

Why does the author most likely use the word sprang instead of woke in the following sentence?

Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright.

To show that Marvin knows about the trick

To show that Marvin feels sleepy

To show that Marvin had a bad dream

To show that Marvin woke suddenly

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CCSS.RL.4.6

CCSS.RL.5.6

CCSS.RL.5.10

CCSS.RL.3.10

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

Haunted House

Marvin refused to believe in ghosts. Even on Halloween, he would not get scared when his friends Steven and Jason shared horror stories. They would gather in his bedroom and sit in pale lamplight talking about ghosts and goblins. They scary stories only made Marvin laugh.

One night they were at Marvin’s house enjoying a sleepover. His friends decided to test how scared of ghosts Marvin really was.

“After he has fallen asleep, let’s play a trick on him,” said his best friend Steven.

“That’s a great idea,” Jason replied.

Just after midnight, Marvin drifted off to sleep. Steven and Jason looked at each other and nodded. Steven slipped out of his sleeping bag and hid in Marvin’s closet. Jason lay still next to his friend and pretended to be asleep. After a moment, Steven began to tap gently on the closet door. Marvin stirred gently. Then, Steven continued and tapped even harder from behind the door. Marvin sprang from his sleep and sat upright. As the noise continued, he struggled to understand where it was coming from.

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”

Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

Marvin gulped as fear gripped his body. He climbed from his bed and stepped towards the closet. He began to freeze up, as he got closer to the door. His trembling hand reached out towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, Steven leapt out from behind the door and shouted loudly. Marvin shrieked, jumped backwards, and fell onto the sleeping bags.

“Do you believe in ghosts now?” Jason asked with a giggle.
Marvin shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Steven was laughing out loud as he sat on a nearby chair. Marvin started to laugh as well.

“Of course he does,” Steven said. “But I bet he didn’t expect his own house to be haunted!”

“Fine, you got me,” Marvin admitted. “For just a minute, I was scared. Nice one guys. Now let’s get some sleep. And no more tricking.”

Steven and Jason both promised they were done with tricking. But Marvin decided to leave the lamp on just in case.

Read the following excerpt from the passage:

“Jason,” he whispered. “Do you hear that sound?”
Jason pretended to wake from a deep sleep.

“What’s wrong Marvin?” Jason asked.

“Do you hear that noise?” Marvin asked again.

Jason struggled to keep a smile off his face.

“Yes,” Jason replied nervously. “I think it’s coming from behind the closet door.”

What is the most likely reason Jason has to stop himself from smiling?

Jason knows that the noise is just Steven

Jason is trying to seem like he is brave

Jason doesn’t want to embarrass Marvin

Jason is scared of what is behind the door

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CCSS.RL.4.1

CCSS.RF.4.4C

CCSS.RL.3.1

CCSS.RL.5.2

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

The Farmer, the Snake, and the Eggs and Bacon

The farmer woke up just as the sun crested his windowsill. Rays of light poured over his face. His eyelids cracked open.
The farmer lifted his rough, powerful hands to his face and began to rub away the last of his dreams. Yawning, he pushed himself up onto his bottom and shook his head. His hair was a mess. He swung his legs off the bed, rose to his feet, straightened out his body and shot his arms into the air, stretching this way and that. It was time to start the day.
He had a mean hunger that morning. Truth be told, the farmer had a mean hunger every morning. Farm work is hard work, and for this farmer, like any other, breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

“It’s like putting a big old log on the fire,” he often said about the meal. “You get that one big log on, get it burning real hard, and that fire will keep going all day long.” That’s how the farmer viewed breakfast. Eat something healthy, and eat much of it.

“What should I eat this morning?” the farmer thought to himself.

He thought and thought, rubbing his chin with those rough, powerful hands of his. Then it hit him.

“Ah,” he said. “Eggs and bacon.”

The farmer didn’t always eat eggs and bacon. Too many eggs and too much bacon too often isn’t a healthy way to start one’s day. But eaten every now and again it is a great way to get a healthy dose of protein, which is especially useful when one has much work to do – as the farmer often did.

“Yes,” the farmer said to himself. “Today I will treat myself.”

He was giddy at that thought. There was nothing better in the farmer’s estimation than two farm fresh eggs cooked over-easy and laid atop some bacon strips. The sight of it, the smell of it, the taste of it – the whole of it just gave the farmer that good and happy feeling. It filled him with love for life.

The bacon had been curing for some time in a shed outside his kitchen, and was ready to go. The eggs were another matter. The farmer would have to go to the chicken coop to collect them. So that’s what he decided he would do.

The farmer slipped on his overalls and laced up his boots and put on a broad, round-rimmed leather hat. He combed down his bristly beard and pulled his long, stringy hair back into a ponytail, and walked out the door.

The chicken coop was a short distance away from the farmhouse, down past the pigpen and the garden.

“I’ll be picking some of you,” the farmer thought as he passed the lettuce patch. “And some of you,” he thought passing the tomatoes. “And you I already have,” he thought, passing the pigs.

But something seemed off when he neared the chicken coop. The chickens were making a fuss, clucking and flapping and swirling about all together in a corner of the coop. Usually they were relaxed, but this morning, no, they weren’t relaxed. Something was wrong.

The farmer grew suspicious, and when he got closer, he saw what was wrong. A big, black, mean-looking snake had snuck into the coop.

“A snake, great,” the farmer thought. “Okay, let’s get to solving this problem.”

“I’ll need to find a long stick,” he thought. “Preferably with a hook on the end of it.”

The farmer was almost put in a bad mood by the turn of events, but he tried hard to keep a positive attitude – to keep that love of life coursing through him. He darted off to the woods and spent a couple minutes rummaging around through the brush. Then he found it – the perfect stick, long, strong and hooked at the end.

“Eureka!” he exclaimed.

The farmer ran back to the chicken coop with the stick in hand. He opened the door to the coop and poked at the snake. He was far away enough not to risk getting bitten, and it hissed and stabbed its head out, showing its fangs.

The farmer poked at it again, and this time, when it shot its head out he started pulling the rest of its body along with the hook on the end of the stick. Scooting back with his feet, he pulled that snake plumb out of the chicken coop and then whacked the snake on the butt.

“Get outa here you stupid snake!” he yelled.

The farmer shook his head in disbelief. “The things I have to go through to get some eggs and bacon,” he thought.
Then he thought about what lay in store for him, and his eyes opened wide with anticipation. He grabbed two eggs, darted back to the garden, picked some lettuce and a tomato and ran to the shed where he kept the cured bacon.

The food was bundled up high in his hands as he nudged the farmhouse door open with his foot, and walking into the kitchen, he let it all fall out onto the big wooden cutting board he had by the stove.

“Ready to roll!” the farmer said.

He washed the lettuce and the tomato, and cooked up the bacon. When it was crispy he took it out of the pan and, using the leftover fat, he cooked up those eggs.

“Man!” the farmer said, laying the eggs overtop the bacon, alongside the lettuce and tomatoes. “Man, does that breakfast look good!”

Which of the following meals was most important for the farmer?

brunch

breakfast

dinner

lunch

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CCSS.RL.4.10

CCSS.RL.4.6

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10.

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

15 mins • 1 pt

The Farmer, the Snake, and the Eggs and Bacon

The farmer woke up just as the sun crested his windowsill. Rays of light poured over his face. His eyelids cracked open.
The farmer lifted his rough, powerful hands to his face and began to rub away the last of his dreams. Yawning, he pushed himself up onto his bottom and shook his head. His hair was a mess. He swung his legs off the bed, rose to his feet, straightened out his body and shot his arms into the air, stretching this way and that. It was time to start the day.
He had a mean hunger that morning. Truth be told, the farmer had a mean hunger every morning. Farm work is hard work, and for this farmer, like any other, breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

“It’s like putting a big old log on the fire,” he often said about the meal. “You get that one big log on, get it burning real hard, and that fire will keep going all day long.” That’s how the farmer viewed breakfast. Eat something healthy, and eat much of it.

“What should I eat this morning?” the farmer thought to himself.

He thought and thought, rubbing his chin with those rough, powerful hands of his. Then it hit him.

“Ah,” he said. “Eggs and bacon.”

The farmer didn’t always eat eggs and bacon. Too many eggs and too much bacon too often isn’t a healthy way to start one’s day. But eaten every now and again it is a great way to get a healthy dose of protein, which is especially useful when one has much work to do – as the farmer often did.

“Yes,” the farmer said to himself. “Today I will treat myself.”

He was giddy at that thought. There was nothing better in the farmer’s estimation than two farm fresh eggs cooked over-easy and laid atop some bacon strips. The sight of it, the smell of it, the taste of it – the whole of it just gave the farmer that good and happy feeling. It filled him with love for life.

The bacon had been curing for some time in a shed outside his kitchen, and was ready to go. The eggs were another matter. The farmer would have to go to the chicken coop to collect them. So that’s what he decided he would do.

The farmer slipped on his overalls and laced up his boots and put on a broad, round-rimmed leather hat. He combed down his bristly beard and pulled his long, stringy hair back into a ponytail, and walked out the door.

The chicken coop was a short distance away from the farmhouse, down past the pigpen and the garden.

“I’ll be picking some of you,” the farmer thought as he passed the lettuce patch. “And some of you,” he thought passing the tomatoes. “And you I already have,” he thought, passing the pigs.

But something seemed off when he neared the chicken coop. The chickens were making a fuss, clucking and flapping and swirling about all together in a corner of the coop. Usually they were relaxed, but this morning, no, they weren’t relaxed. Something was wrong.

The farmer grew suspicious, and when he got closer, he saw what was wrong. A big, black, mean-looking snake had snuck into the coop.

“A snake, great,” the farmer thought. “Okay, let’s get to solving this problem.”

“I’ll need to find a long stick,” he thought. “Preferably with a hook on the end of it.”

The farmer was almost put in a bad mood by the turn of events, but he tried hard to keep a positive attitude – to keep that love of life coursing through him. He darted off to the woods and spent a couple minutes rummaging around through the brush. Then he found it – the perfect stick, long, strong and hooked at the end.

“Eureka!” he exclaimed.

The farmer ran back to the chicken coop with the stick in hand. He opened the door to the coop and poked at the snake. He was far away enough not to risk getting bitten, and it hissed and stabbed its head out, showing its fangs.

The farmer poked at it again, and this time, when it shot its head out he started pulling the rest of its body along with the hook on the end of the stick. Scooting back with his feet, he pulled that snake plumb out of the chicken coop and then whacked the snake on the butt.

“Get outa here you stupid snake!” he yelled.

The farmer shook his head in disbelief. “The things I have to go through to get some eggs and bacon,” he thought.
Then he thought about what lay in store for him, and his eyes opened wide with anticipation. He grabbed two eggs, darted back to the garden, picked some lettuce and a tomato and ran to the shed where he kept the cured bacon.

The food was bundled up high in his hands as he nudged the farmhouse door open with his foot, and walking into the kitchen, he let it all fall out onto the big wooden cutting board he had by the stove.

“Ready to roll!” the farmer said.

He washed the lettuce and the tomato, and cooked up the bacon. When it was crispy he took it out of the pan and, using the leftover fat, he cooked up those eggs.

“Man!” the farmer said, laying the eggs overtop the bacon, alongside the lettuce and tomatoes. “Man, does that breakfast look good!”

What problem did the farmer encounter when he went to get eggs from the chicken coop?

The snake in the coop had eaten all the eggs.

A snake had snuck into the coop and he needed to get the snake out.

The chickens had not laid any eggs so he could not make his breakfast.

He couldn’t find a stick with a hook at the end.

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Grade 4 SAS Review

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4th Grade - University

27 questions

Halloween - Charles C Hofer

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4th Grade

Popular Resources on Wayground

8 questions

2 Step Word Problems

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KG - University

20 questions

Comparing Fractions

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4th Grade

15 questions

Fractions on a Number Line

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3rd Grade

20 questions

Equivalent Fractions

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3rd Grade

25 questions

Multiplication Facts

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5th Grade

10 questions

Latin Bases claus(clois,clos, clud, clus) and ped

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6th - 8th Grade

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22 questions

fractions

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3rd Grade

7 questions

The Story of Books

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6th - 8th Grade

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5 questions

Drama

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3rd - 4th Grade

15 questions

Subject/Verb agreement

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4th Grade

10 questions

Elements of Poetry

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4th Grade

20 questions

Inferences

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4th Grade

20 questions

Figurative Language Review

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4th Grade

12 questions

Text Structures

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4th Grade

11 questions

poems

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4th - 5th Grade

13 questions

Point of View

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4th Grade