Identifying Genres

Robert and Michael met in front of the Bijou Theater downtown. They had been saving up money from carrying groceries and pulling weeds. They finally had accumulated enough to pay for their admission. they were going to see a real talking picture.

Isabella slipped out of the kitchen just before dawn, crossed the gravel yard, and opened the side door of the familiar barn. "I knew you would come," her horse, Lightning said. "Big deal," a cynical sheep in the corner commented. "She's a human, no different from the rest."

Elizabeth and Brianna met on the corner of East street and 17th Avenue near the park. They were armed with plastic bags, dog treats, and gear to clean up after the dogs. Elizabeth's charge for the day was a sweet German Shepherd named Monster. Brianna was walking a white toy poodle named Dolly.

Touring cyclists flock, like bright birds flying down the steep switchback road, shouting, "Woohoo!"

Scene 3: MARK: What's the matter, Cameron Slameron? Are you chicken? ANTHONY: Yeah, Cameron Slameron! (makes clucking sounds) CAMERON: Get out of the way. I'm going to be late for geometry. MARK: Aw, listen, guys, Cameron Slameron doesn't want to be late for geometry. Give him a tissue 'cause he's gonna cry.

The American black bear is primarily a vegetarian. It relishes insect snacks and will eat fish or small game. It has 42 teeth. Its broad molars help it to grind up the nuts, seeds, leaves, and berries it finds as it forages in the forest.

Guion Stewart Bluford, Jr. is a retired astronaut. he was the first African American to travel in space. Over the course of four flights, he logged more than 688 hours in space. He retired from the Air Force in 1993.

My name is Henry McCarty, but everyone knows me as Billy the Kid. Though I am famous for exploits in the Wild West, I was born in New York City. The year was 1859. in 1873, Ma got together with a fella names William Antrin, and we moved out to New Mexico.

Lia climbed to the top of the hill. The alien ship rested, half-obscured by cotton woods, in a little valley below. Holding a finger to her lips, she turned and beckoned o her friend Andra. In less than a minute the two girls were watching the strange creates at work.

Without a doubt, the reddish brown stain on the textured concrete sidewalk was blood. there was just one question for Archer Street detective Julian Matthews: What had happened? He pulled a worn notepad out of the back pocket of his jeans and began to take notes. "Blood on the sidewalk," he wrote.