Unit 4 Benchmark Review 5th Grade

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 1: What made Toby feel small and insignificant at the beginning of the story?

• A mouse was in his house.

• The rainwater was coming in his house

• He couldn't find his parents.

• The immense storm and the howling wind made him feel small and insignificant.

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CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.1.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 2: What happened that caused Toby to fear for his safety?

• A large tree branch crashed through his window, shattering the glass.

• Rainwater streamed in flooding the door.

• His parents were missing.

• There was a huge storm.

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CCSS.RI.1.1

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 3: Which sentence from the story explains what happened that caused Toby to fear for his safety?

• "He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug."

• "Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor."

• "Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear."

• "A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass."

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CCSS.RF.5.4C

CCSS.RI.5.1

CCSS.RL.4.1

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.2

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 4: Why did Toby need to escape the house?

• He missed his friends.

• The house was damaged by the storm, and he couldn't reach his parents.

• He was scared.

• There was a mouse and he was afraid.

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CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.1.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 5: How did Toby escape the house?

• He climbed out his bedroom window and down the fire escape.

• He called the police for help.

• His parents found him and rescued him.

• His neighbors helped him escape.

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CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.1.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

What role does fear play in the characters' development throughout these chapters?

• It primarily shows their weaknesses and vulnerabilities

• It is used to demonstrate their growth and resilience

• It has little to no impact on their development

• It is only mentioned in passing and not explored deeply

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CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.4.3

CCSS.RL.5.3

CCSS.RL.6.3

CCSS.RL.7.3

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 7: How did Toby feel as he climbed down the fire escape?

• He felt scared and uncertain, like a leaf caught in a river.

• A strange sense of calm washed over him.

• He felt afraid like a shaky leaf.

• He felt empowered and brave as a knight.

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CCSS.RI.1.4

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 8: What does the word "immense" mean in the story?

• Small and harmless

• Very large or great in size or extent.

• slightly afraid

• very hungry

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CCSS.RI.5.4

CCSS.RI.6.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.4

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 9: What does the word "cowered" mean in the story?

• amplifying fear

• To be a part of something important.

• To shrink away in fear.

• Standing tall in the face of fear.

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CCSS.RI.5.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.4

CCSS.RL.6.4

The Escape Artist

The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.

Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.

He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.

With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.

He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.

As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.

Question 10: How did Toby's perspective change throughout the story?

• He knew he was a mama's boy, but now felt like a man.

• He went from feeling strong and capable to feeling like he was weak and afraid.

• His perspective never changed he felt the same at the beginning and the end.

• He went from feeling helpless and afraid to feeling strong and capable.

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CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.4.3

CCSS.RL.5.3

CCSS.RL.6.3

CCSS.RL.7.3