Question

As James walked home from his Earth Club meeting at the Community Center, he thought about the topic of discussion that day. Tim, the president of the club, showed a video about how the bird population in the city is suffering because of pollution and the disease that is affecting some of the bird habitats. The group then discussed how they could possibly help with this issue.

While on his scenic walk through the neighborhood, he pondered the question, "How could he, a single person, help save the black–throated sparrow, or the burrowing owl?" There were so many birds, and he was just one person. As he passed the jungle gym on the right, he followed the bend in the sidewalk and noticed an object in a shrub out of the corner of his eye. He walked a bit closer and noticed that the object was a burrowing owl and it was clearly in trouble.

He knew that if he moved too quickly or acted too swiftly, he would scare the distressed bird, so he chose his actions carefully. After assessing the situation, he saw that the owl's legs were tangled in plastic mesh. He determined that if he could just hold down one side of the plastic that the owl could step out of its snarled mess. Methodically, he moved behind the owl and cautiously reached his hand near the owl's legs. Tensely, he pushed down on the end of the plastic. The owl panicked, but in his chaos, his legs came free. As he flew away, it seemed to

James that he turned his head back as if to express his gratitude.


Write a conclusion paragraph that follows and reflects the first three paragraphs of the narrative.

James sat on the jungle gym, feeling grateful from saving the owl. While on his scenic walk home, James hears piercing screams, then he soons realize that the owls are at his home.

Answer 1

James sat on the jungle gym for a long minute, heart still racing but steadier with a new, quiet warmth—the small proof that one person could matter. Later, as he walked the last few houses to his street, a chorus of piercing screams split the evening; he froze and, to his astonishment, realized the owls were at his home. They filled the fence and the porch roof, a ragged, living applause, and the very bird he had freed turned and fixed him with bright, unblinking eyes before returning to the group. Standing there under that strange, grateful uproar, James felt his earlier helplessness fall away; the rescue had become something larger than him, a ripple that drew neighbors out of their houses and conversation toward action. He went inside with a plan already forming—cleanup drives, plastic-avoidance campaigns, and a promise to keep watching—because tonight had shown him that one steady hand could start a chorus.