My Big, Fat, Smelly Cat.(Page Of Poetry)(Poem)Kent, Carolyn
(2) The best word for the blank in the poem is . A.found B.seen C.heard D.caught (3) The author is trying to tell the teacher . A.he owns a big fat cat B.he had a big meal C.his cat was good at eating D.he lost his homework ...
1.How many sections(节)are there in this poem?A.Two.B.Three.C.Four.D.Five.2.The best word for the blank in the poem is .A.foundB.seenC.heardD.caught3.The author is trying to tell the teacher .A.he owns a big fat catB.he had a big mealC.his cat was good at eatingD....
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though. Him and the other Pas was plowing the big farm in the hollow over there when one a the draft horses got spooked. No one seen why, least that’s what they told Ma who’s left with four children to raise, me being the youngest. Joe quit school and hired himself out in Pa’...
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