DRAWING CONCLUSIONS TEST

Read this story about a boy who tells a story. Then answer the questions that follow.

Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

1. What conclusion can you draw about the narrator from details in the first paragraph?

• A. She is a good listener.

• B. She is an A student.

• C. She likes talking about herself.

• D. She is usually quiet.

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

2. Which of these statements is probably true about the narrator and her brother?

• A. They both like football.

• B. They are both big talkers.

• C. They both like playing jokes on their parents.

• D. They are opposites when it comes to talking.

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

3.How do you know that Dad is surprised by Chris's response to Mom's questions?

• A. He starts to dance.

• B. He puts his fork down.

• C. His mouth drops open.

• D. He doesn't move.

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

4. Which of these is probably true about Mom?

• A. She isn't easily excited.

• B. She is taking dancing lessons.

• C. She recently broke her leg.

• D. She's a great cook.

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

5. From the details in the story, you can tell that Chris probably—

• A. is a good dancer

• B. likes sports

• C. hopes to be a helicopter pilot

• D. loves oatmeal cookies

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

6. CHOOSE TRUE OR FALSE

I can tell the narrator does not like sports because she calls football and baseball "dumb".

• TRUE

• FALSE

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

7. Which of these is a clue you could use to conclude that Chris's story wasn't true before you got to the end?

• A. the title

• B. the first sentence

• C. the second paragraph

• D. the fifth paragraph

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

8. Why did Chris probably tell the helicopter story?

• A. He thought it was true.

• B. He didn't like dinner that night.

• C. He thought it would be funny.

• D. He wanted to be a helicopter pilot.

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

9. What conclusion can you draw about why Chris's parents are upset at first by his story?

• They are upset because mom broke her leg while getting down from a helicopter.

• They thought the school should have gotten the parents' permission before allowing students on a helicopter ride.

• They knew he was lying.

• They do not know who is the pilot.

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Chris Tells a Tale

Dinners were never quiet at my house, especially on school nights. I always loved to tell my parents about my day. I told them everything I learned in school. I told them everything I saw, heard, said, or did all day.

My brother Chris never talked. He just ate his dinner and listened. At the start of every dinner, Mom would ask him how his day was. “Fine,” he'd say. Then she'd ask him if anything interesting had happened. “Nope!” or “Nothing!” was what he always said.

Then one night, Mom asked Chris how his day was. “Good!” he responded. Mom and I looked at each other. Mom asked if anything interesting or exciting had happened at school. “Yup,” he replied. Dad put his fork down. My mouth dropped open. Mom looked like she was going to dance around the dinner table, which would have been something to see since her leg was still in a cast.

“A helicopter landed in our playground!” Chris began. “We all got to take rides. The pilot took us over the whole town, and I could see our house! Pretty cool.” It was more than I'd ever heard Chris say at once, at least about something other than dumb football or baseball!

But Mom and Dad didn't look so happy any more. Mom had that same look she got when I was six and tried to hide oatmeal cookies in her computer's CD drive.

I could tell they were getting angrier by the minute. “The school should never have let you go for a helicopter ride without our permission,” Mom said. I was wondering about that when Chris started to laugh. Dad started to laugh, too. Then I did. Mom was the last to figure out that Chris had made the whole thing up!

10. How does dad probably feel at the end after he figures out that Chris had made up the story?

• cheerful

• betrayed

• angry

• loved

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