What is the central idea? Fat-Free Chocolate Milk Box
There I was, staring at that fat-free chocolate milk box, so common, so simple, yet something completely new for me, completely different from the bagged yogurts my grandmother packed in my lunchbox along with little snack-sized cakes wrapped in colorful packages. After two days of having arrived in New York City, The fact of being in a completely different place was just starting to hit me, surrounded by a different culture and a different language. I wondered what that little milk box would’ve thought if it found itself surrounded by the fresh bagged whole milk and yogurts I previously had in my school lunches. The smelly, dry, brownish rice on my tray didn't look tasty at all and on top of that, being there made me nervous so I did not feel like eating. Staring at my tray in order to avoid eye contact with the other kids was starting to get boring and weird so opening the milk seemed like my best choice. I wanted to open it, but how? Am I supposed to get a straw and poke it?... Am I supposed to rip the whole thing?... What if I spill it? I don’t want to spill it… Should I ask for help? No.

the answer is most likely c. it shows us that the rules that the pigs make can change on a whim whenever it suits the pigs purpose.

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explanation:

in the door-way, with his head in the room and with a lantern in hand with the most slight ray of light shining from it; so small and opening it so slowly to not disturb the old mans sleep.

i have watched the play of this story last friday.

i decided to stay late in the laboratory to continue my experiment with the lightbulb. at midnight, thomas edison opened the door and walked in with his head held high.

1. he leaned on the wall and observed me carefully.

2. his harsh scrutiny made me self-conscious of my skills in the lab.

3. perhaps it was just me, but the air in the laboratory began to thicken as i found myself having difficulty to breathe.

4. i turned to look at him fully as i mentally prepared myself for what my very first words would be to thomas edison.

5. the next couple of seconds shocked me. it wasn't me who spoke, but rather him and with diction i could never think of using in a simple sentence.

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