When sthuladatta heard that, he called harisarman, who said, "yesterday i was forgotten, but to-day, now the horse is stolen, i am called to mind," and sthuladatta then propitiated the brahman with these words—"i forgot you, forgive me"—and asked him to tell him who had taken away their horse. then harisarman drew all kinds of pretended diagrams, and said: "the horse has been placed by thieves on the boundary line south from this place. it is concealed there, and before it is carried off to a distance, as it will be at close of day, go quickly and bring it." when they heard that, many men ran and brought the horse quickly, praising the discernment of harisarman. then harisarman was honoured by all men as a sage, and dwelt there in happiness, honoured by sthuladatta. when harisarman speaks of being "called to mind" in this paragraph, he means a) feared b) forgotten c) remembered d) acknowledged

A

Explanation:

This Indian tale named “Harisarman” is about a village Brahmin who becomes wealthy and popular with his fate. Though he was poor and foolish at the beginning of the story but later turns to be a cunning person. He plays along with his fate to develop his fame among the villagers and Sthutadatta. Sthutadatta gave shelter and job to Harisarman and his family. Harisarman took offense when Sthutadatta forgot to feed him in the feast. He apologized to him and asked his favor to search the horse through his magical powers. Later in the story, Harisarman was called when robbery started to happen in the town. After he would solve the problem he was usually rewarded.

hmm, sadly there is no dialogue. there is no place in the story where he is talking to anyone. it's more of just describing what he eats and where he sleeps. you have to become anne frank, give details of where you are, what other folks look like, how the environment is. have a little bit of dialogue tell of what people are specifically saying. anne frank talked about her entire household including the people, the objects, the lighting, the food they ate, and even the smell in the air. there has to be more to your diary entries, the whole story in its current state is only about peter van daan, the food, the sounds, and where he sleeps. also he seems to be writing only once a year yet more than that happened from day to day. for a friend, i can you write it out, if you want.