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'''<h4>Hello Students, read the below article then on your own webpage on www.goodtoknow.com, write a short constructed response using "R-A-C-E-A-C-E" as instructed in class.</h4>'''
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'''<h4>Hello Students, read the below passage below then on your own webpage on www.goodtoknow.com, write a short constructed response using "R-A-C-E" as instructed in class.</h4>'''
   
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      '''Describe two of the boys from the story.'''
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      '''Based on the story, in a well-written essay, why did the soldier mice get away successfully, but their leaders did not? What does this show about leadership roles?'''
       '''Use two details from the passage to support your response.'''
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       '''Write an essay from the passage to support your response. Show how you think based on your own reasoning and the information in the story'''
  
'''<h4>A Sunshine Story from the Past</h4>'''
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<br><br>'''<h4>THE MICE AND THE WEASELS</h4>'''
  
Tom Somers felt that he was now a soldier indeed. While the company remained in Pinchbrook, he had slept every night in his own bed, and taken his meals in the kitchen of the little cottage. He fully realized that he had bade a long farewell to all the comforts and luxuries of home. That day, for the first time, he was to partake of soldiers’ fare, and that night, for the first time, he was to sleep upon a soldier’s bed. These thoughts did not make him repine, for before he signed the muster roll, he had carefully considered, with the best information he could obtain, what hardships and privations he would be called to endure. He had made up his mind to bear all things without a murmur for the blessed land of his birth, which now called upon her sons to defend her from the parricidal blow of the traitor.
 
  
Tom had not only made up his mind to bear all these things, but to bear them patiently and cheerfully. He had a little theory of his own, that rather more than half of the discomforts of this mortal life exist only in the imagination. If he only thought that every thing was all right, it went a great way towards making it all right—a very comforting and satisfactory philosophy, which reduced the thermometer from ninety down to seventy degrees on a hot day in summer, and raised it from ten to forty degrees on a cold day in winter; which filled his stomach when it was empty, alleviated the toothache or the headache, and changed snarling babies into new-fledged angels. I commend Tom’s philosophy to the attention and imitation of all my young friends, assured that nothing will keep them so happy and comfortable as a cheerful and contented disposition.
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THE MICE AND THE WEASELS
  
“Tom Somers,” said a voice near him, cutting short the consoling meditation in which he was engaged.
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The Weasels and the Mice were always up in arms against each other. In every battle, the Weasels carried off the victory, as well as a large number of the Mice, which they ate for dinner the next day. In despair, the Mice called a council, and there it was decided that the Mouse army was always beaten because it had no leaders. So a large number of generals and commanders were appointed from among the most eminent Mice.
 
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To distinguish themselves from the soldiers in the ranks, the new leaders proudly bound on their heads lofty crests and ornaments of feathers or straw. Then after the long preparation of the Mouse army in all the arts of war, they sent a challenge to the Weasels.
His name was pronounced in a low and cautious tone, but the voice sounded familiar to him, and he turned to ascertain who had addressed him. He did not discover any person who appeared to be the owner of the voice, and was leaving the position he had taken on the forward deck of the steamer, when his name was repeated, in the same low and cautious tone.
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The Weasels accepted the challenge with eagerness, for they were always ready for a fight when a meal was in sight. They immediately attacked the Mouse army in large numbers. Soon the Mouse line gave way before the attack and the whole army fled for cover. The privates easily slipped into their holes, but the Mouse leaders could not squeeze through the narrow openings because of their head-dresses. Not one escaped the teeth of the hungry Weasels.
 
 
“Who is it? Where are you?” said Tom, looking all about him, among the groups of soldiers who were gathered on various parts of the deck, discussing the present and the future.
 
 
 
“Here, Tom,” replied the voice, which sounded more familiar every time he heard it.
 
 
 
He turned his eye in the direction from which the sound proceeded, and there, coiled up behind a heap of barrels and boxes, and concealed by a sail-cloth which had been thrown over the goods to protect them from an expected shower, he discovered Fred Pemberton.
 
 
 
“What in the name of creation are you doing there, Fred?” exclaimed Tom, laughing at the ludicrous attitude of the embryo secessionist.
 
 
 
“Hush! Don’t say a word, Tom. Sit down here where I can talk with you,” added Fred.
 
 
 
“What are you doing here?”
 
 
 
“I’ll tell if you will keep quiet a moment. Is the company full?”
 
 
 
“What company?”
 
 
 
“Captain Benson’s, of course.”
 
 
 
“No.”
 
 
 
“I want to join.”
 
 
 
“You!” screamed Tom.
 
 
 
“Come, come, Tom, no blackguarding now. You and I used to be good friends.
 
 
 
“I’ve nothing against you, Fred—that is, if you’re not a traitor.
 
 
 
“I want to join the company.”
 
 
 
“Is your father willing?”
 
 
 
“Of course he isn’t; but that needn’t make any difference.”
 
 
 
“But you don’t believe in our cause, Fred. We don’t want a traitor in the ranks.”
 
 
 
“Hang the cause! I want to go with the company.
 
 
 
“Hang the cause? Well, I reckon that’s a good recommendation.”
 
 
 
“I’m all right on that.”
 
 
 
“Are you willing to take the oath of allegiance, and swear to sustain the flag of your country?”
 
 
 
“Of course I am. I only followed the old man’s lead; but I have got enough of it. Do you think Captain Benson will take me into the company?”
 
 
 
“Perhaps he will.”
 
 
 
“Ask him—will you? You needn’t say I’m here, you know.”
 
 
 
“But what will your father say?”
 
 
 
“I don’t care what he says.”
 
 
 
Tom thought, if Fred didn’t care, he needn’t, and going back, he found the captain, and proposed to him the question.
 
 
 
“Take him—yes. We’ll teach him loyalty and patriotism, and before his time is out, we will make him an abolitionist,” replied Captain Benson.
 

Latest revision as of 23:54, 18 August 2020

Hello Students, read the below passage below then on your own webpage on www.goodtoknow.com, write a short constructed response using "R-A-C-E" as instructed in class.



     Based on the story, in a well-written essay, why did the soldier mice get away successfully, but their leaders did not? What does this show about leadership roles?
      Write an essay from the passage to support your response. Show how you think based on your own reasoning and the information in the story


THE MICE AND THE WEASELS


THE MICE AND THE WEASELS

The Weasels and the Mice were always up in arms against each other. In every battle, the Weasels carried off the victory, as well as a large number of the Mice, which they ate for dinner the next day. In despair, the Mice called a council, and there it was decided that the Mouse army was always beaten because it had no leaders. So a large number of generals and commanders were appointed from among the most eminent Mice. To distinguish themselves from the soldiers in the ranks, the new leaders proudly bound on their heads lofty crests and ornaments of feathers or straw. Then after the long preparation of the Mouse army in all the arts of war, they sent a challenge to the Weasels. The Weasels accepted the challenge with eagerness, for they were always ready for a fight when a meal was in sight. They immediately attacked the Mouse army in large numbers. Soon the Mouse line gave way before the attack and the whole army fled for cover. The privates easily slipped into their holes, but the Mouse leaders could not squeeze through the narrow openings because of their head-dresses. Not one escaped the teeth of the hungry Weasels.