The Bridge Builders Maya trudged through the mud, her boots squelching with every step. The rain had been coming down for days, and the river, usually a gentle babbling stream, was now a raging torrent. The old wooden bridge, the only way to reach the other side of the valley, had been washed away. "Flimsy thing," scoffed Liam, Maya's older brother, kicking at a loose board. "No wonder it collapsed." Maya, however, felt a pang of sadness. The bridge had been built by her grandfather, a master craftsman. It was more than just a way to cross the river; it was a piece of family history. The villagers were buzzing like a swarm of bees , anxious and uncertain. They relied on the bridge to reach the market, to visit their neighbors, to get their children to school. Without it, their lives would be disrupted. "We need to build a new bridge," Maya declared, her voice firm. Liam scoffed . "Easier said than done, little sister. We don't have the tools, the materials, or the skills." But Maya was determined. She spent the next few days exploring the woods, searching for strong, sturdy trees. She learned to identify the best wood for building, observing how the old bridge had been constructed. Liam, on the other hand , remained skeptical. He spent his time fishing in the remaining pools of the river, unconcerned about the plight of the villagers. Maya, however, inspired by her grandfather's craftsmanship, worked tirelessly. She rallied the villagers, each person contributing what they could – strong arms, sharp tools, even delicious meals to keep the workers going. Finally, after weeks of hard work, the new bridge stood tall, a testament to their resilience. It was stronger than the old one, able to withstand even the fiercest floods. The villagers cheered, their joy immense . Liam, watching the villagers cross the bridge, felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated his sister. He had underestimated the power of community. Question 1: Why did Liam scoff at the idea of rebuilding the bridge?

Liam thought it would be too difficult and that they didn't have the resources.

Liam thought it was a great idea to build a bridge and that they had enough resources.

Liam had a cold so he scoffed a lot.

Liam liked the idea of rebuilding the bridge so much he scoffed.

The Bridge Builders Maya trudged through the mud, her boots squelching with every step. The rain had been coming down for days, and the river, usually a gentle babbling stream, was now a raging torrent. The old wooden bridge, the only way to reach the other side of the valley, had been washed away. "Flimsy thing," scoffed Liam, Maya's older brother, kicking at a loose board. "No wonder it collapsed." Maya, however, felt a pang of sadness. The bridge had been built by her grandfather, a master craftsman. It was more than just a way to cross the river; it was a piece of family history. The villagers were buzzing like a swarm of bees , anxious and uncertain. They relied on the bridge to reach the market, to visit their neighbors, to get their children to school. Without it, their lives would be disrupted. "We need to build a new bridge," Maya declared, her voice firm. Liam scoffed . "Easier said than done, little sister. We don't have the tools, the materials, or the skills." But Maya was determined. She spent the next few days exploring the woods, searching for strong, sturdy trees. She learned to identify the best wood for building, observing how the old bridge had been constructed. Liam, on the other hand , remained skeptical. He spent his time fishing in the remaining pools of the river, unconcerned about the plight of the villagers. Maya, however, inspired by her grandfather's craftsmanship, worked tirelessly. She rallied the villagers, each person contributing what they could – strong arms, sharp tools, even delicious meals to keep the workers going. Finally, after weeks of hard work, the new bridge stood tall, a testament to their resilience. It was stronger than the old one, able to withstand even the fiercest floods. The villagers cheered, their joy immense . Liam, watching the villagers cross the bridge, felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated his sister. He had underestimated the power of community. Question 2: How did Maya feel about the loss of the old bridge?

Maya was saddened by the loss of the bridge because it was built by her grandfather and held sentimental value.

She was dismissive and pessimistic. She scoffed at the old bridge and doubted their ability to build a new one.

Maya was happy about the loss of the old bridge because it made Liam sad.

She wasn't bothered by the loss of the old bridge and had no plans to rebuild it.

The Bridge Builders Maya trudged through the mud, her boots squelching with every step. The rain had been coming down for days, and the river, usually a gentle babbling stream, was now a raging torrent. The old wooden bridge, the only way to reach the other side of the valley, had been washed away. "Flimsy thing," scoffed Liam, Maya's older brother, kicking at a loose board. "No wonder it collapsed." Maya, however, felt a pang of sadness. The bridge had been built by her grandfather, a master craftsman. It was more than just a way to cross the river; it was a piece of family history. The villagers were buzzing like a swarm of bees , anxious and uncertain. They relied on the bridge to reach the market, to visit their neighbors, to get their children to school. Without it, their lives would be disrupted. "We need to build a new bridge," Maya declared, her voice firm. Liam scoffed . "Easier said than done, little sister. We don't have the tools, the materials, or the skills." But Maya was determined. She spent the next few days exploring the woods, searching for strong, sturdy trees. She learned to identify the best wood for building, observing how the old bridge had been constructed. Liam, on the other hand , remained skeptical. He spent his time fishing in the remaining pools of the river, unconcerned about the plight of the villagers. Maya, however, inspired by her grandfather's craftsmanship, worked tirelessly. She rallied the villagers, each person contributing what they could – strong arms, sharp tools, even delicious meals to keep the workers going. Finally, after weeks of hard work, the new bridge stood tall, a testament to their resilience. It was stronger than the old one, able to withstand even the fiercest floods. The villagers cheered, their joy immense . Liam, watching the villagers cross the bridge, felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated his sister. He had underestimated the power of community. Question 3: How did Liam's perspective change throughout the story?

He initially doubted the project, but eventually recognized Maya's leadership and the importance of community effort.

Initially he believed in the project, but later doubted their ability to rebuild the bridge.

He felt the villagers were too lazy to rebuild the bridge, but later realized they weren't lazy.

He did not change his perspective. He was a static character.

The Bridge Builders Maya trudged through the mud, her boots squelching with every step. The rain had been coming down for days, and the river, usually a gentle babbling stream, was now a raging torrent. The old wooden bridge, the only way to reach the other side of the valley, had been washed away. "Flimsy thing," scoffed Liam, Maya's older brother, kicking at a loose board. "No wonder it collapsed." Maya, however, felt a pang of sadness. The bridge had been built by her grandfather, a master craftsman. It was more than just a way to cross the river; it was a piece of family history. The villagers were buzzing like a swarm of bees , anxious and uncertain. They relied on the bridge to reach the market, to visit their neighbors, to get their children to school. Without it, their lives would be disrupted. "We need to build a new bridge," Maya declared, her voice firm. Liam scoffed . "Easier said than done, little sister. We don't have the tools, the materials, or the skills." But Maya was determined. She spent the next few days exploring the woods, searching for strong, sturdy trees. She learned to identify the best wood for building, observing how the old bridge had been constructed. Liam, on the other hand , remained skeptical. He spent his time fishing in the remaining pools of the river, unconcerned about the plight of the villagers. Maya, however, inspired by her grandfather's craftsmanship, worked tirelessly. She rallied the villagers, each person contributing what they could – strong arms, sharp tools, even delicious meals to keep the workers going. Finally, after weeks of hard work, the new bridge stood tall, a testament to their resilience. It was stronger than the old one, able to withstand even the fiercest floods. The villagers cheered, their joy immense . Liam, watching the villagers cross the bridge, felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated his sister. He had underestimated the power of community. Question 4: What does the phrase "buzzing like a swarm of bees" mean in the story?

It means that the villagers were excited, talking and moving around quickly, like a swarm of bees.

There were actually bees buzzing around ready to sting the villagers.

The people were making buzzing sounds like bees.

Unit 4 Benchmark Review 5th Grade

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CCSS

RL.2.1, RL.4.3, RL.5.1

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MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

5 mins • 2 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 1: What made Toby feel small and insignificant at the beginning of the story?

A mouse was in his house.

The rainwater was coming in his house

He couldn't find his parents.

The immense storm and the howling wind made him feel small and insignificant.

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CCSS.RI.1.4

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 2 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 2: What happened that caused Toby to fear for his safety?

A large tree branch crashed through his window, shattering the glass.

Rainwater streamed in flooding the door.

His parents were missing.

There was a huge storm.

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CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.1.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

30 sec • 5 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 3: Which sentence from the story explains what happened that caused Toby to fear for his safety?

"He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug."

"Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor."

"Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear."

"A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass."

Tags

CCSS.RF.5.4C

CCSS.RI.4.1

CCSS.RI.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.2

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 1 pt

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 4: Why did Toby need to escape the house?

He missed his friends.

The house was damaged by the storm, and he couldn't reach his parents.

He was scared.

There was a mouse and he was afraid.

Tags

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.1.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 2 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 5: How did Toby escape the house?

He climbed out his bedroom window and down the fire escape.

He called the police for help.

His parents found him and rescued him.

His neighbors helped him escape.

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CCSS.RI.1.1

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

30 sec • 1 pt

What role does fear play in the characters' development throughout these chapters?

It primarily shows their weaknesses and vulnerabilities

It is used to demonstrate their growth and resilience

It has little to no impact on their development

It is only mentioned in passing and not explored deeply

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CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.4.3

CCSS.RL.5.3

CCSS.RL.6.3

CCSS.RL.7.3

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 3 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 7: How did Toby feel as he climbed down the fire escape?

He felt scared and uncertain, like a leaf caught in a river.

A strange sense of calm washed over him.

He felt afraid like a shaky leaf.

He felt empowered and brave as a knight.

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CCSS.RI.1.1

CCSS.RI.2.1

CCSS.RI.3.1

CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.3.1

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 3 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 8: What does the word "immense" mean in the story?

Small and harmless

Very large or great in size or extent.

slightly afraid

very hungry

Tags

CCSS.RI.5.4

CCSS.RI.6.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.4

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 3 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 9: What does the word "cowered" mean in the story?

amplifying fear

To be a part of something important.

To shrink away in fear.

Standing tall in the face of fear.

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CCSS.RI.4.4

CCSS.RI.5.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.5.1

CCSS.RL.5.4

10.

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

1 min • 10 pts

The Escape Artist
The wind howled, a mournful sound that made the old oak tree shiver. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the already dim light. Inside, huddled beneath a worn blanket, sat Toby. He felt small and insignificant, like a mouse in a giant's house. The storm, immense in its fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of his home. He cowered deeper into the blanket, his heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Toby's breath ceased. He peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes wide with fear. A branch, thick as his arm, had crashed through the window, shattering the glass. Rainwater streamed in, flooding the floor.
Toby, despite his fear, knew he had to move. He couldn't stay here. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding like a drum. He had to find his parents. He crept through the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. The house creaked and groaned around him, each sound amplifying his fear.
He finally reached his parents' bedroom, but the door was blocked by a fallen bookcase. Panic surged through him. He had to escape. He remembered the old window in his room, the one that opened onto the fire escape.
With a surge of adrenaline, he raced towards his room. He pushed the window open and climbed out, the rain soaking him to the bone. He clung to the fire escape, the wind threatening to tear him away. Below, the ground seemed miles away. He felt like a tiny leaf caught in a raging river.
He finally reached the ground, shivering and soaked. He looked back at the house, now a shadowy silhouette against the stormy horizon. He had escaped. He was safe.
As he ran towards the neighbor's house, a strange sense of calm washed over him. He had faced his fear, he had overcome the storm. He felt remarkable, stronger than he ever thought he could be. He had learned that even in the face of danger, he could find the courage to survive.
Question 10: How did Toby's perspective change throughout the story?

He knew he was a mama's boy, but now felt like a man.

He went from feeling strong and capable to feeling like he was weak and afraid.

His perspective never changed he felt the same at the beginning and the end.

He went from feeling helpless and afraid to feeling strong and capable.

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CCSS.RL.2.1

CCSS.RL.4.3

CCSS.RL.5.3

CCSS.RL.6.3

CCSS.RL.7.3

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4th - 6th Grade

10 questions

Context Clues

Quiz

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5th Grade

20 questions

Context Clues

Quiz

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5th Grade

11 questions

USING CONTEXT CLUES

Lesson

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5th - 7th Grade

25 questions

Greek and Latin Roots

Quiz

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5th - 9th Grade

10 questions

Plot - Elements of Plot Practice

Interactive video

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5th Grade

10 questions

Theme

Quiz

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3rd - 5th Grade

20 questions

Parts of Speech

Quiz

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5th Grade