Is it thank or thanks

Which sentence best describes the biased way the author approaches this topic? boars = bacon. and gammon, chops, sausages and feel your salivary glands begin to tingle at the thought of your teeth sinking into that first tender mouthful, and you will be half way towards a sensible attitude towards these creatures. they’re pigs. porkers, hogs, swine, if you will. they dig up people’s gardens, occasionally attack their dogs, spread disease and generally cause a nuisance. in culinary terms, they’re no different to cows or sheep or any of the other feeble-minded, four-legged frolickers which, in various pasties, pies and other assorted pastry cases, end up on our steaming plates on a daily basis. low in fat but high in deliciousness, by eating a wild boar you aren’t depriving poor little peppa and george of a long-lost cousin, but rather reaffirming your god-given position at the top of the food chain. if a boar could eat you it would, thus i say we should return the favour with interest. so say no to the misty-eyed squealers and man up, tuck in and pig out!

Read the following lines from wordsworth's poem and answer the question. for oft, when on my couch i lie in vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye which is the best paraphrase of these lines? despite being able to plant my own daffodils, i prefer remembering the ones by the bay. if i feel very sad, i look inside myself for courage to face the day with my eyes open. oftentimes, i become so tired and overwhelmed that i lay down and think of daffodils. when i am feeling empty or concerned, the sight of the daffodils comes to my mind.

How are the characters of tablin and keyn revealed in this excerpt from "the guard" by simon dunbar? a. indirectly through dialogue and by thoughts and actions b. directly through a narrative description c. indirectly through dialogue "where's my horse? " keyn asked. tablin looked around the dirt courtyard. he tried to peer through the shadowy arches of the flowing barrel. he even twisted in his saddle to look across the merchant's bazaar, past tents and warehouses filled with goods. "i don't know," he said. "did you leave it in your mouth? it's the only place i can think of that's big enough." keyn laughed; something got stuck in his throat half way, and he coughed for breath. "i can see you're good to go,” tablin observed as keyn struggled to clear his throat. “go get your horse yourself before i take the job and leave you to rot in the flowing barrel."