1 Choose the best answer, A, B or C. 1 The.
watch everyone
and decide who is the best.
Ajudges
B contestants
C winners
2 Lots of
are coming
to the party
A audience
B decorations
C guests
3 It's George's
to be
on TV.
A talent
B dream
C feast
4 I sometimes feel frightened when
I sing on
A carnival
B stage
C show
5 Our school always
in the parade.
A invites
B acts
C marches
the New
6 Come and
Year with us!
A entertain
B have fun
C celebrate
7 Every year we have a summer
in our town.
A festival
B act
C performance
8 Who can we
to our
talent show?
A invite
B entertain
C perform

Read this excerpt from "birdfoot's grampa.” the old man must have stopped our car two dozen times to climb out and gather into his hands the small toads blinded by our lights and leaping, live drops of rain. what are readers most likely to infer from the phrase "blinded by our lights”? a the action in the poem takes place at night. b the weather makes the toads difficult to see. c another car is coming around the bend. d grampa is shining a lantern to see the toads.

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Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream