The Lion had been badly hurt by the horns of a Goat, which he was eating. He was very angry to think that any animal that he chose for a meal, should be so brazen as to wear such dangerous things as horns to scratch him while he ate. So he commanded that all animals with horns should leave his domains within twenty-four hours.

The command struck terror among the beasts. All those who were so unfortunate as to have horns, began to pack up and move out. Even the Hare, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion.

And when he came out of the warren in the early morning sunshine, and there saw the shadow cast by his long and pointed ears, a terrible fright seized him.

"Goodbye, neighbor Cricket," he called. "I'm off. He will certainly make out that my ears are horns, no matter what I say."

Which of the following choices is the last thing that happens in this story?

The Lion had been badly hurt by the horns of a Goat, which he was eating. He was very angry to think that any animal that he chose for a meal, should be so brazen as to wear such dangerous things as horns to scratch him while he ate. So he commanded that all animals with horns should leave his domains within twenty-four hours.

The command struck terror among the beasts. All those who were so unfortunate as to have horns, began to pack up and move out. Even the Hare, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion.

And when he came out of the warren in the early morning sunshine, and there saw the shadow cast by his long and pointed ears, a terrible fright seized him.

"Goodbye, neighbor Cricket," he called. "I'm off. He will certainly make out that my ears are horns, no matter what I say."

Which of the following choices is something that happens in the middle of this story?

It was a Tuesday, and Maggie hated Tuesdays.

Tuesdays meant one thing: gym class.

Gym class meant one thing: picking teams.

Picking teams meant one thing: Maggie would be picked last.

As always.

Maggie was a new student that year in a class of champions. To help herself remember the other kids, she’d come up with a special title for each one.

There was Kevin, Champion of the Clean Desk; and Lynnie, Champion of Knowing the Answer First; and Caroline, Champion of Tardy. And so on.

She’d had to think long and hard to figure out her own special title. After five whole weeks of school, Maggie had decided.

She was the Champion of Quiet.

The Champion of Quiet sat on the gym floor, sandwiched between the Champion of Daydreaming and the Champion of Goofy Jokes. Maggie felt blue. She knew what was coming. She considered changing her title to Champion of Last Pick.

Mr. Murphy, the gym teacher, asked for volunteers to pick the basketball teams.

The usual hands shot into the air.

Maggie sighed and glanced to her right. She caught the eye of Jasmine, Champion of Cursive J’s. Maggie thought she might like to be Jasmine’s friend but never felt brave enough to talk to her.

Looking at Jasmine, Maggie realized that Jasmine seemed a little blue, too. Maggie thought, I’m not the only one picked last. Sometimes Jasmine is picked last, too.

What is Maggie "Champion" of?

It was a Tuesday, and Maggie hated Tuesdays.

Tuesdays meant one thing: gym class.

Gym class meant one thing: picking teams.

Picking teams meant one thing: Maggie would be picked last.

As always.

Maggie was a new student that year in a class of champions. To help herself remember the other kids, she’d come up with a special title for each one.

There was Kevin, Champion of the Clean Desk; and Lynnie, Champion of Knowing the Answer First; and Caroline, Champion of Tardy. And so on.

She’d had to think long and hard to figure out her own special title. After five whole weeks of school, Maggie had decided.

She was the Champion of Quiet.

The Champion of Quiet sat on the gym floor, sandwiched between the Champion of Daydreaming and the Champion of Goofy Jokes. Maggie felt blue. She knew what was coming. She considered changing her title to Champion of Last Pick.

Mr. Murphy, the gym teacher, asked for volunteers to pick the basketball teams.

The usual hands shot into the air.

Maggie sighed and glanced to her right. She caught the eye of Jasmine, Champion of Cursive J’s. Maggie thought she might like to be Jasmine’s friend but never felt brave enough to talk to her.

Looking at Jasmine, Maggie realized that Jasmine seemed a little blue, too. Maggie thought, I’m not the only one picked last. Sometimes Jasmine is picked last, too.

What is the conflict in this text?

“Ana! Leche!” Mama called.

Milk. It was Ana’s turn to get it. Ana sighed and shut her first-aid book. Her head hurt from reading in the dim morning light, but how else was she going to learn?

The milk pail banged against Ana’s shins as she trudged down the steep slope. Green mountains circled the misty valley. Across the valley was the dusty yellow road that connected this village to the next one eight kilometers away.

Ana tethered the cow close to the fence. Somewhere below and out of sight lay Santiago, the second-biggest city in the Dominican Republic. And somewhere in Santiago, Ana knew, a group of volunteer doctors were gathering right now to teach medical skills to village nurses, or cooperadoras.

I should be there, Ana thought. Leta should have taken me with her. Hours ago, Ana had heard the roar of a truck in the darkness and realized that her neighbor Leta was beginning the long drive down the mountain to the meeting.

But Leta already knows everything, Ana thought. Leta had been the cooperadora since before Ana was born. She’d been delivering babies, pulling teeth, and bandaging wounds in the village for decades.

Fresh milk squirted into the pail. Leta thinks I’m too young to learn anything important, Ana thought. But she’s wrong. I am old enough to help.

Ana lugged the milk back to where Mama was frying eggs in the cooking shelter, then grabbed some bread and wandered up to the road.

Who is the main character in this text?

You cannot seed a garden

With wheelbarrows of dreams.

Unless you first plant wishes,

how Cucumbersome it seems.

You cannot climb a rainbow

Unless the winds agree

To blow in one direction — up —

Toward Curiosity.

You cannot live in castles

Suspended in the air,

But your imagination takes

Long vacations there.

You cannot reach Forever —

Forever’s much too far —

But fortunately Now and Then

Were built right where you are.

You cannot catch Tomorrow

Until you catch your sleep.

Can you recall how many

Yesterdays you wish to keep?

You cannot snatch Sir Shadow —

He’s such a clever chap!

Until — at night — he snatches you

And dozes in your lap.

How many stanzas does this poem have?

You cannot seed a garden

With wheelbarrows of dreams.

Unless you first plant wishes,

how Cucumbersome it seems.

You cannot climb a rainbow

Unless the winds agree

To blow in one direction — up —

Toward Curiosity.

You cannot live in castles

Suspended in the air,

But your imagination takes

Long vacations there.

You cannot reach Forever —

Forever’s much too far —

But fortunately Now and Then

Were built right where you are.

You cannot catch Tomorrow

Until you catch your sleep.

Can you recall how many

Yesterdays you wish to keep?

You cannot snatch Sir Shadow —

He’s such a clever chap!

Until — at night — he snatches you

And dozes in your lap.

Where is there rhyme in this poem?

You cannot seed a garden

With wheelbarrows of dreams.

Unless you first plant wishes,

how Cucumbersome it seems.

You cannot climb a rainbow

Unless the winds agree

To blow in one direction — up —

Toward Curiosity.

You cannot live in castles

Suspended in the air,

But your imagination takes

Long vacations there.

You cannot reach Forever —

Forever’s much too far —

But fortunately Now and Then

Were built right where you are.

You cannot catch Tomorrow

Until you catch your sleep.

Can you recall how many

Yesterdays you wish to keep?

You cannot snatch Sir Shadow —

He’s such a clever chap!

Until — at night — he snatches you

And dozes in your lap.

What is the theme of this poem?