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Write questions about the following story:Into the Woods Henry David Thoreau raised his pen to write, but the chatter of guests in the next room filled his ears. He stared at the page. “Concord, 1841” was all that he had written. How would he write a book with such noise in his family’s house? Thoreau headed outside, shutting the door with emphasis. He would have to find a place of his own. Thoreau walked out of town. Tall white pines soon replaced the painted houses. He listened to the rustling of the leaves. What if I could stay here, he thought. He could live off the land, close to nature, and begin his book. It would take work, but he could do it. FPG /The Image Bank/Getty Images Years passed, but Thoreau still did not have a place in the woods. One day, his friend Ralph Waldo Emerson had an idea. Emerson was a well-known writer who had bought some land near Walden Pond. Because he and Thoreau shared the same interest in nature, Emerson decided to let Thoreau use part of this land. In March of 1845, Thoreau began to build a cabin. By July, it was ready. He could live and write in the woods.Cabin Life Thoreau’s move to the woods indicated that he liked to be alone. But Thoreau did not feel that way. “I have a great deal of company in my house,” he wrote. Red squirrels woke him by running up and down the sheer sides of his cabin. A snowshoe hare lived in the debris under his cabin, thumping against the floorboards. A sparrow once perched on his shoulder. Thoreau recorded these experiences in his journal. How easily writing came to him with the beauty of nature around him! On Walden Pond Thoreau was a naturalist. He noticed the habits of animals. Each encounter showed him something new. One afternoon, Thoreau tried to get a close look at a loon, but the bird quickly dove into the pond. He knew loons could travel long distances under water, so he guessed where it would come up. But every time Thoreau paddled to one spot, the loon came up somewhere else and let out a call—a howling laugh. What a silly loon, Thoreau thought. But after a while, Thoreau felt as though the bird was laughing at him because he still could not catch up to it. Thoreau wrote in his journal: His white breast, the stillness of the air, and the smoothness of the water were all against him. At length he uttered one of those prolonged howls, as if calling on the god of the loons to aid him, and immediately there came a wind from the east and rippled the surface, and filled the whole air with misty rain, and I was impressed.The spectacular scene made Thoreau wonder at the loon. It no longer seemed a silly animal, but one with some mysterious power. As months went by, Thoreau also became aware of each animal’s ability to stay alive. “His power of observation seemed to indicate additional senses,” Emerson once remarked. In winter, as he warmed his cabin by fire, he watched in awe as the moles warmed their nest by their own body heat. He understood forest life as never before. Back to Concord Like the geese that move to new ponds at the season’s end, so too did Thoreau leave Walden. He had done what he had set out to do, and had learned much from the woods around him. He packed his few belongings and his stack of journals and returned to Concord. Now, he would turn his journal entries into a book. Generations to come would know life on Walden Pond!Red, White and Blue - Words- Gr.2 Target words : "Red, White and Blue"Long i with magic e use the words ice , time ,kite , nine , five, slide, white, smile ripe , bile, pine , dime Ake a simple worksheet for esl 6th grade students using the words: Burgers Onion tomato lettuce Mayonnaise Pizza topping black olives green olives Side dish French fries rice salad pasta spaghetti red sauce white sauce drinks water lemonade soda coffee tea Dessert chocolate cake apple pie ice cream cheese cake pudding. Their first language is hebrew so you can also make excercies for them to translate english to hebrew. Use closed questions. excercies they need to circle the answer. fill in the blank excercises. use simple language so a 5 year old can understandCreate a twenty question multiple choice quiz for the following twenty words: Anemic (Adj) -weak; lacking energy Cumulus (N)--white, fluffy cloud with a low base Nimbus (N)--dark, rain cloud Linoleum (N)--a washable floor covering Strutted (V)--walked in a pompous way, Rogue: (n) a dishonest or unprincipled person. Scrutiny: (n) critical observation or examination. Vigilant (adj) keeping careful watch for possible danger or difficulties. Commence (v) begin; start. Illuminate (v) make (something) visible or bright by shining light on it; light upCreate a twenty word vocabulary quiz using the following ten words: Rogue: (n) a dishonest or unprincipled person. Scrutiny: (n) critical observation or examination. Vigilant (adj) keeping careful watch for possible danger or difficulties. Commence (v) begin; start. Illuminate (v) make (something) visible or bright by shining light on it; light up Anemic (Adj) -weak; lacking energy Cumulus (N)--white, fluffy cloud with a low base Nimbus (N)--dark, rain cloud Linoleum (N)--a washable floor covering Strutted (V)--walked in a pompous wayIn his dark room he is finally alone with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. The only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass. Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays beneath his hands, which did not tremble then though seem to now. Rural England. Home again to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel, to fields which don’t explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat. Something is happening. A stranger’s features faintly start to twist before his eyes, a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries of this man’s wife, how he sought approval without words to do what someone must and how the blood stained into foreign dust. A hundred agonies in black and white from which his editor will pick out five or six for Sunday’s supplement. The reader’s eyeballs prick with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers. From the aeroplane he stares impassively at where he earns his living and they do not care.