2022 Y6 ENGLISH W10 ADDITIONAL PRACTICE

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[1] ___?

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[2] ___?

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[3] ___?

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[4] ___?

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[5] ___?

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[6] ___?

You are going to read an article about Recycling. Seven sentences have been removed from the article.   Choose from the sentences 1-8 the one which fits each gap (1-7). There is one extra sentence which you do not need to use.   People in several nations have been trained to recycle since the 1970s. Many localities are now reducing recycling programs, and many things that are sent to be recycled are never recycled at all. People in many Western nations, including Europe, the Americas, and Australasia, have become accustomed to depositing their recyclables in bins that are collected for recycling. (1)__________________________ Nobody earned a fortune from recycling. Not everything that is recyclable is valuable. Companies made money by recycling some things while losing money by recycling others. (2)__________________________ Companies began “single-stream” recycling to make recycling easier. That means individuals don’t have to sift their recyclables; instead, they can just throw it all in one bin (with paper often separate). Many more individuals began recycling as a result of single-stream recycling. (3)__________________________ The toughest material is plastic. Plastics are not all the same, and only specific types of plastics may be recycled together. The materials to be recycled become “messy” as a result of single-stream recycling. (4)__________________________ These sloppy shipments of recycling materials began to pile up in China over time. They were more difficult to separate, and most of the material could not be recycled without incurring financial losses. In 2018, China decided to modify the types of recyclables it would accept. (5)__________________________ Most recycling professionals feel it is difficult to achieve single-stream recycling that is clean enough to comply with China’s new regulations. Recycling firms in Western nations have to find another use for their recyclables. They began shipping it to other Southeast Asian countries, including Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. (6)__________________________ Following that were nations such as Indonesia, India, and Turkey. India has already implemented new recycling restrictions. Unfortunately, numerous new “recycling” businesses sprung up in those nations, but they exclusively recycled the most precious materials. They burnt, buried, or just abandoned the remainder, resulting in significant pollution. (7)__________________________ Recycling firms’ expenses have risen rising government spending. Recycling expenses are now four times higher in certain US communities than they were a year ago. Recycling is still vital, and many individuals are working to find methods to make it more sustainable. But there is one point on which everyone agrees: we need to use less plastic.   Using the following options, Fill the Gap ___[7] ___?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question In the last paragraph of Extract A, how did Jason feel?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question In Extract A, why didn’t Jason accept all the offers to give him a ride?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question How were the people described in both Extracts?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question From the third paragraph of Extract B, we get the impression that

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question In Extract A, Which of the following traits was possessed by Jason?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Which of the following persons was described as ungrateful?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Which Extract(s) mentioned leaving a house with permission?

Read the extracts below then answer the questions.    EXTRACT A: The road was a bright, dusty one that led uphill through Medford Valley, with half-wooded hills on each side, their distant outline quivering in the hot, breathless air of mid-June day. Jason Lok, on the other hand, seemed to have no care for heat or dust, trudging ahead with such a determined step that passers-by turned to stare behind him, and more than one quick motor car swerved over to allow him room. “Would you like a ride?” said one kind farmer as he drew up next to him. “What are you going to do?” Jason turned to answer the first inquiry, intending to provide a relieved “yes,” but his square, tanned face tightened as he heard the second. “Oh, I’m just going down the road — a little distance,” he said stiffly, shaking his head at the repeated offer of a ride, and tramping in the dust. The next man he saw appeared to be curious about his trip as well, as he halted a very elderly, shambling horse to lean from his seat and inquire point-blank: “Where may you be going in such a hurry on such a hot day?” Looking up at the person who greeted him, Jason formed an instant hatred and suspicion of the stranger based on his close-set, harsh grey eyes and small, dark features. “I’m going down the road a little distance,” he said quickly, but with a less pleasant tone: “I’m going down the road a little bit. And, as you say, I’m in a rush.” “Oh, are you indeed?” said the guy, eyeing the youngster up and down with an uneasy, inquiring look. “You’re in too much of a rush to have your manners with you!” He gave him a hard and angry penetrating gaze. “It nearly appears as though you were fleeing something.” He made no more comment and drove away in his rattletrap cart, the cloud of dust generated by his old horse’s clumsy feet lingering in the air behind him. Jason plodded ahead, grumbling about what just happened and wished he had been fast enough to rebuke him. Nonetheless, the random guess was true, and Jason was sprinting away. He hadn’t planned to come out via his cousin’s pillared doorway; he had merely intended to go down the road toward the station — and see the train pull in. Nonetheless, the determination had grown inside him as he reflected on the events of the previous days and anticipated what was to come. As he went down the road, rattling the money in his pockets and going over his wrongs in his head, the idea came to him quickly that he didn’t have to put up with things the way they were.   EXTRACT B: There were two people walking up the narrow mountain route on a beautiful morning: a tall female who gave out an impression of toughness and a small kid, whose little cheeks were glowing so red from the sun’s heat that it could be seen even through their dark, sunburned skin. And this was not surprising, given that the child was dressed as if he were bracing for the worst cold despite the sweltering June day. She didn’t look more than five years old, if that, but it was difficult to tell what her natural figure was like because she was wearing two, if not three dresses, one on top of the other, and a thick red woollen shawl wrapped around her, giving the little body a shapeless appearance as it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in the heat with its small feet shod in thick, nailed mountain-shoes. When they arrived at Dorfli, a hamlet halfway up the mountain, they must have left the valley behind them after a solid hour’s trek. Because the elder girl had returned to her former house, the wayfarers were hailed from all sides, with some yelling to them from windows, others from open doors, and yet others from outside. She, on the other hand, did not halt in her walk to respond to her friends’ welcoming yells and questions but went on until she reached the last of the hamlet’s dispersed houses. “Wait a minute, Jennie; if you’re going up higher, I’ll join you,” a voice from the door remarked. When the lady in question came to a halt, the child immediately let go of her hand and sat down on the ground. “Are you tired, Kate?” her companion said. “No, I’m hot,” the kid said. “We’ll get to the top shortly.” – “You must continue confidently for a little longer, taking lovely long steps, and in another hour we will be there,” Jennie encouraged. They were abruptly joined by a sturdy, good-natured-looking woman who strolled ahead with an old acquaintance, the two immediately falling into an enthusiastic conversation about everyone and everything in Dorfli and its environs, while the youngster trailed behind. “And where are you taking the child?” enquired a visitor to the gathering. “Is she your sister’s daughter?” “Yes,” Jennie said. “I’m bringing her up to Uncle’s place, where she must stay.” “Leave the kid up there with your Uncle!” You’ve got to be kidding me, Jennie! How could you have thought of such a thing! The old man, on the other hand, will instantly dismiss you and your proposal!”   For questions 15 – 22, choose the option (A, B, C or D) which you think best answers the question Both Extracts mentioned

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   What is the rhyme scheme of this poem called?

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   The third verse of the poem implies that

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   The title of the poem

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   What type of rhyme is found in line 3?

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   The last verse of the poem is best described as

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   What poetic technique is used in line 6?

My Worry Box

  Something started worrying me that was really very small, but the more I thought, the worse it got, as that worry began to sprawl   all over my life, and before very long                                             5 it kept jumping in my head, and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep when it jumped into my bed.   That worry started as something small, but grew to such a size,                                                                    10 that my head was filled with scary thoughts, my tummy with butterflies.   Until one day, I asked for help and found it to be true that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15 but not the best of two.   Then, I built a box inside my brain, where I put my worries away, and that’s where my worries wait so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20   Now, when I’m lying in my bed and a worry calls on me, I lock it away inside my box, and then throw away the key.   The word ‘butterflies’ in line 12 refers to

My Worry Box

Something started worrying me

that was really very small,

but the more I thought, the worse it got,

as that worry began to sprawl

all over my life, and before very long                                             5

it kept jumping in my head,

and at night I found I just couldn’t sleep

when it jumped into my bed.

That worry started as something small,

but grew to such a size,                                                                    10

that my head was filled with scary thoughts,

my tummy with butterflies.

Until one day, I asked for help

and found it to be true

that the worry may get the best of one,                                        15

but not the best of two.

Then, I built a box inside my brain,

where I put my worries away,

and that’s where my worries wait

so they don’t fill all my day.                                                            20

Now, when I’m lying in my bed

and a worry calls on me,

I lock it away inside my box,

and then throw away the key.

According to the poem, what causes worries to grow?