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1. in "the legend of sleepy hollow," how does his habit of reading frightening tales in the afternoon affect ichabod crane? a. it makes him fall asleep next to the brook by his schoolhouse. b. it makes him think about creating scary stories of his own. c. it makes him nervous and fearful at night. d. it makes him that there is no danger in sleepy hollow. 2. in "the legend of sleepy hollow," how does brom bones feel when he sees ichabod crane dancing with katrina van tassel at the party? a. relieved b. bored c. confused d. jealous 3. in "the legend of sleepy hollow," what happens to ichabod crane after he leaves the party? a. he is challenged to a duel by brom bones. b. he is fired from his job and asked to leave sleepy hollow. c. he is married to katrina van tassel and they live happily ever after. d. he is chased by someone he believes to be the headless horseman. 4. how do the villagers react to rip van winkle when he first returns to town after disappearing for 20 years? a. they are kind to him. b. they ignore him. c. they are suspicious of him. d. they celebrate him as a hero. 5. which best describes rip van winkle? a. he's smart, funny, and generous, but he's also spiteful. b. he's sweet, romantic, and handsome, but he's also impatient. c. he's simple, good-natured, and well-liked, but he's also lazy. d. he's old, wise, and friendly, but he also has a short temper 6. which best describes "rip van winkle"? a. it is an american epic. b. it is a true story. c. it is a ballad. d. it is an american legend. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed