To annotate for nuance and diction, select the text and and highlight it. Use a different highlighter color for each comment. ● Then leave your annotation comments. You must annotate at least once in this section. ● Next, answer the questions below. Write in a complete sentence. (This means you have to restate the question in your answer.) You probably think of fairies, if you think of them at all, as wonderful little creatures flying happily through the forest, dancing and singing and making merry. Let me tell you something: Fairies might look lovely on the outside, but inside they are ugly, real ugly. Fairies are mean and vicious. They've got teeth like tiny needles. One bite wouldn't hurt much. But I'm pretty sure they wouldn't stop at one; they'd keep biting and chewing until they hit something vital. Fairies aren't good news. I know. Let me tell you about my fairy in a jar. Why does the author use the word “vital” instead of “necessary” or “important”?(
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The author uses the word "vital" instead of "necessary" or "important" to emphasize the severity and potential danger of the fairies' bites.
Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER:
The author uses the word "vital" instead of "necessary" or "important" to convey the idea that the fairies' bites could potentially cause serious harm or even be life-threatening.
Which specific words are used to convey the mood? Highlight the words in yellow. What is the mood? (Answer in the box below.) Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER:
The words "wonderful," "happily," "lovely," "mean," "vicious," and "ugly" are used to convey the mood. The overall mood of the text is negative and unsettling.
Annotate for tone, select the text and and highlight it. Use a different highlighter color for each comment. ● Annotate at least once in this section. ● Then answer the questions below with complete sentences. I'd been running around the backyard trying to catch fireflies with the net from this bug kit I'd gotten years ago. The kit was a birthday present from an aunt who had no idea what I liked. I might have used it once or twice, but mostly it just sat at the back of my closet under a pile of other junk. I'd lost the collecting bottle that came with it, but I found an old jar and punched a couple of holes in the lid. Bugs probably didn't need much air, but it was fun banging away with a hammer and nail. Anyhow, I was swiping the net at some bugs because there was nothing on TV except reruns and all my friends were busy and I couldn't find anything else to do. Annotate: Which specific words are used to convey the boy’s tone? Highlight the words in yellow. Annotation Comment: (1) What is the tone? (2) How does the boy feel about the gift he was given from his aunt for his birthday? (Answer in the box below.) Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER:
The specific words that convey the boy's tone are: "trying," "kit," "no idea," "used," "sat," "lost," "old," "junk," "found," "fun," "banging," and "couldn't find anything else to do."
(1) The tone of the boy is somewhat sarcastic and dismissive.
(2) The boy feels indifferent and unenthusiastic about the gift he received from his aunt for his birthday.
(1) The tone of the boy is somewhat sarcastic and dismissive.
(2) The boy feels indifferent and unenthusiastic about the gift he received from his aunt for his birthday.
Continue to look for and annotate mood, tone, denotation, connotation, questions, and reactions. ● Select the text and annotate at least THREE TIMES in this section. ● Answer the question below with a complete sentence. I don't know if she kept staring after that. I looked away. But I squeezed the jar, as if to make sure the glass was strong enough to keep her trapped. It was one of those jars people put homemade stuff in. The lady next door had this wormy old apple tree. Each year she made applesauce for the whole neighborhood. Every house got a jar, tied with a red ribbon. No one ever eats it. We just toss out the whole thing, or dump the sauce and keep the jar. The glass felt solid. It would hold her. I took the jar up to my room, being careful that nobody saw it. I put it on the top shelf in my closet. The next morning, I almost convinced myself none of it had happened. Almost. But the jar was there. And she was there. At first I thought she was dead. She was crumpled on the bottom again. Then, as I saw her let out a shallow breath, I realized she was sleeping—sleeping or in some sort of suspended state. Creature of the night. I don't know where that phrase came from, but it ran through my head. I noticed something else. The bugs were gone—all three of them. Bon appetit. I shook the jar a bit, but she just slid around without waking. I could wait. She'd be up after dark. I was pretty sure of that. Somehow, some way, I was going to get a payoff from her. Sure enough, when I checked that night, she was awake, sitting on the bottom of the jar. "Good evening," I said, speaking quietly so nobody would hear me talking in my room. "Set me free. I shall reward you with wonders beyond your imagining." She looked up at me and smiled. A chill ran down my spine. 7
"Cut the babble and give me some details. What can you do?" I picked up the jar, holding the sides of the lid. Even protected by the glass, I didn't want to put my fingers too close to her. "Whatever you wish." I didn't believe her. Promises were easy to make. "Show me." "Free me first." I shook my head. It was a standoff, but I was the one with the power. She was mine. She would give me something valuable. She had no choice. I owned her now. "Think about it," I said, putting the jar back on the shelf. "Think of some way to buy your freedom. I'm sure you'll come up with an idea." She gave me that look again, and a flash of those teeth. I closed the closet door and left the room. The next day, we had the same conversation, and the same again on the day after. I wanted proof. She wanted freedom. But she was weakening. I could see that. I knew she had to give me a reward sooner or later. I could wait. I was in charge. On the fifth day, she agreed to my request. "I will transmute an object for you," she said. Her voice was thinner, barely louder than a thought. "Transmute?" "I will change its form. Give me carbon. I will make a diamond." "A diamond? That's more like it." I wondered for a moment how I was going to sell a diamond. But that problem could wait. Right now, I needed some carbon. That was easy enough. Charcoal for the grill, that was carbon. So was the graphite in pencils. So were diamonds. They were all just different forms of carbon. I couldn't believe that something I learned in Mr. Chublie's stupid science class was actually worth knowing. Live and learn. But I wasn't about to try to stick a big hunk of charcoal in the jar. There was no way I was opening that lid, not 8
even for a second. I wasn't falling for any of her tricks. As I looked around the room, I saw the answer right next to me. I yanked out my desk drawer and hunted around the sides and corners. "Got it." Perfect. I knew I had it in there—a whole pack of refills for my mechanical pencil. The best part was that they were thin enough to slip through the air-holes in the lid of the jar. I was planning to keep a nice, solid barrier between me and those teeth, thank you. She gathered the pieces of lead. "This will take some time." "I can wait." She sat staring at the slivers of carbon. I put the jar away for the night. In the morning, I rushed to the closet to see my first diamond. In my head, I'd already spent the money—a new bike, new sneakers, all the new video games. The guys were definitely going to envy me. But she wasn't finished. The pieces of lead were still there, though they looked smaller and shinier than before. "It takes time," she said. I would have to be patient. "It takes time," she warned again that evening. I waited. On the fourth night, she was done. "Here." She held up her hand. "Take this and set me free." "What are you trying to pull?" I almost smashed the jar. There was nothing more than the tiniest sparkle in her tiny hand. She had made a miniature diamond chip. It was worthless. My stoppeddreams of wealth turned pale and vanished. "This is all I can give you. Take it and set me free. You made a bargain." 9
I was so disgusted, I just put the jar back in the closet and went to bed. Maybe I heard something that night. I can't remember. I'm too scared to really remember. But I remember the morning. Every second is burned into my brain. I got up. I walked to the closet. The door was open about an inch. I'd thought I'd closed it. I opened it all the way and reached for the jar. My hand stopped. My breath stopped. My heart almost stopped. There was a hole in the side of the jar. There was a round piece of glass on the shelf next to the jar. She was gone. How? Then I knew. The diamond. She’d tricked me. She knew I wouldn’t take that tiny diamond. She also knew it could cut through the glass. She was free. Somewhere, she was sleeping. But night was coming. And she would wake. And she would come for me. I am afraid to go to sleep tonight. I don’t think I will ever sleep again. In the beginning of the story, the boy describes the fairy as “mean” and vicious”. Do you agree/disagree now? Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER: Why? Explain the reasoning behind your agreement/disagreement. Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER:
"Cut the babble and give me some details. What can you do?" I picked up the jar, holding the sides of the lid. Even protected by the glass, I didn't want to put my fingers too close to her. "Whatever you wish." I didn't believe her. Promises were easy to make. "Show me." "Free me first." I shook my head. It was a standoff, but I was the one with the power. She was mine. She would give me something valuable. She had no choice. I owned her now. "Think about it," I said, putting the jar back on the shelf. "Think of some way to buy your freedom. I'm sure you'll come up with an idea." She gave me that look again, and a flash of those teeth. I closed the closet door and left the room. The next day, we had the same conversation, and the same again on the day after. I wanted proof. She wanted freedom. But she was weakening. I could see that. I knew she had to give me a reward sooner or later. I could wait. I was in charge. On the fifth day, she agreed to my request. "I will transmute an object for you," she said. Her voice was thinner, barely louder than a thought. "Transmute?" "I will change its form. Give me carbon. I will make a diamond." "A diamond? That's more like it." I wondered for a moment how I was going to sell a diamond. But that problem could wait. Right now, I needed some carbon. That was easy enough. Charcoal for the grill, that was carbon. So was the graphite in pencils. So were diamonds. They were all just different forms of carbon. I couldn't believe that something I learned in Mr. Chublie's stupid science class was actually worth knowing. Live and learn. But I wasn't about to try to stick a big hunk of charcoal in the jar. There was no way I was opening that lid, not 8
even for a second. I wasn't falling for any of her tricks. As I looked around the room, I saw the answer right next to me. I yanked out my desk drawer and hunted around the sides and corners. "Got it." Perfect. I knew I had it in there—a whole pack of refills for my mechanical pencil. The best part was that they were thin enough to slip through the air-holes in the lid of the jar. I was planning to keep a nice, solid barrier between me and those teeth, thank you. She gathered the pieces of lead. "This will take some time." "I can wait." She sat staring at the slivers of carbon. I put the jar away for the night. In the morning, I rushed to the closet to see my first diamond. In my head, I'd already spent the money—a new bike, new sneakers, all the new video games. The guys were definitely going to envy me. But she wasn't finished. The pieces of lead were still there, though they looked smaller and shinier than before. "It takes time," she said. I would have to be patient. "It takes time," she warned again that evening. I waited. On the fourth night, she was done. "Here." She held up her hand. "Take this and set me free." "What are you trying to pull?" I almost smashed the jar. There was nothing more than the tiniest sparkle in her tiny hand. She had made a miniature diamond chip. It was worthless. My stoppeddreams of wealth turned pale and vanished. "This is all I can give you. Take it and set me free. You made a bargain." 9
I was so disgusted, I just put the jar back in the closet and went to bed. Maybe I heard something that night. I can't remember. I'm too scared to really remember. But I remember the morning. Every second is burned into my brain. I got up. I walked to the closet. The door was open about an inch. I'd thought I'd closed it. I opened it all the way and reached for the jar. My hand stopped. My breath stopped. My heart almost stopped. There was a hole in the side of the jar. There was a round piece of glass on the shelf next to the jar. She was gone. How? Then I knew. The diamond. She’d tricked me. She knew I wouldn’t take that tiny diamond. She also knew it could cut through the glass. She was free. Somewhere, she was sleeping. But night was coming. And she would wake. And she would come for me. I am afraid to go to sleep tonight. I don’t think I will ever sleep again. In the beginning of the story, the boy describes the fairy as “mean” and vicious”. Do you agree/disagree now? Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER: Why? Explain the reasoning behind your agreement/disagreement. Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER:
In the beginning of the story, the boy describes the fairy as "mean" and vicious. I agree with the boy's description because throughout the story, the fairy manipulates and tricks the boy to get her freedom. She makes promises and fails to deliver, ultimately deceiving the boy and escaping from the jar. This behavior aligns with the initial description of the fairy being mean and vicious.
Continue to look for and annotate mood, tone, denotation, connotation, questions, and reactions. ● Select the text and annotate at least THREE TIMES in this section. ● Answer the question below with a complete sentence. I don't know if she kept staring after that. I looked away. But I squeezed the jar, as if to make sure the glass was strong enough to keep her trapped. It was one of those jars people put homemade stuff in. The lady next door had this wormy old apple tree. Each year she made applesauce for the whole neighborhood. Every house got a jar, tied with a red ribbon. No one ever eats it. We just toss out the whole thing, or dump the sauce and keep the jar. The glass felt solid. It would hold her. I took the jar up to my room, being careful that nobody saw it. I put it on the top shelf in my closet. The next morning, I almost convinced myself none of it had happened. Almost. But the jar was there. And she was there. At first I thought she was dead. She was crumpled on the bottom again. Then, as I saw her let out a shallow breath, I realized she was sleeping—sleeping or in some sort of suspended state. Creature of the night. I don't know where that phrase came from, but it ran through my head. I noticed something else. The bugs were gone—all three of them. Bon appetit. I shook the jar a bit, but she just slid around without waking. I could wait. She'd be up after dark. I was pretty sure of that. Somehow, some way, I was going to get a payoff from her. Sure enough, when I checked that night, she was awake, sitting on the bottom of the jar. "Good evening," I said, speaking quietly so nobody would hear me talking in my room. "Set me free. I shall reward you with wonders beyond your imagining." She looked up at me and smiled. A chill ran down my spine. 7
"Cut the babble and give me some details. What can you do?" I picked up the jar, holding the sides of the lid. Even protected by the glass, I didn't want to put my fingers too close to her. "Whatever you wish." I didn't believe her. Promises were easy to make. "Show me." "Free me first." I shook my head. It was a standoff, but I was the one with the power. She was mine. She would give me something valuable. She had no choice. I owned her now. "Think about it," I said, putting the jar back on the shelf. "Think of some way to buy your freedom. I'm sure you'll come up with an idea." She gave me that look again, and a flash of those teeth. I closed the closet door and left the room. The next day, we had the same conversation, and the same again on the day after. I wanted proof. She wanted freedom. But she was weakening. I could see that. I knew she had to give me a reward sooner or later. I could wait. I was in charge. On the fifth day, she agreed to my request. "I will transmute an object for you," she said. Her voice was thinner, barely louder than a thought. "Transmute?" "I will change its form. Give me carbon. I will make a diamond." "A diamond? That's more like it." I wondered for a moment how I was going to sell a diamond. But that problem could wait. Right now, I needed some carbon. That was easy enough. Charcoal for the grill, that was carbon. So was the graphite in pencils. So were diamonds. They were all just different forms of carbon. I couldn't believe that something I learned in Mr. Chublie's stupid science class was actually worth knowing. Live and learn. But I wasn't about to try to stick a big hunk of charcoal in the jar. There was no way I was opening that lid, not 8
even for a second. I wasn't falling for any of her tricks. As I looked around the room, I saw the answer right next to me. I yanked out my desk drawer and hunted around the sides and corners. "Got it." Perfect. I knew I had it in there—a whole pack of refills for my mechanical pencil. The best part was that they were thin enough to slip through the air-holes in the lid of the jar. I was planning to keep a nice, solid barrier between me and those teeth, thank you. She gathered the pieces of lead. "This will take some time." "I can wait." She sat staring at the slivers of carbon. I put the jar away for the night. In the morning, I rushed to the closet to see my first diamond. In my head, I'd already spent the money—a new bike, new sneakers, all the new video games. The guys were definitely going to envy me. But she wasn't finished. The pieces of lead were still there, though they looked smaller and shinier than before. "It takes time," she said. I would have to be patient. "It takes time," she warned again that evening. I waited. On the fourth night, she was done. "Here." She held up her hand. "Take this and set me free." "What are you trying to pull?" I almost smashed the jar. There was nothing more than the tiniest sparkle in her tiny hand. She had made a miniature diamond chip. It was worthless. My stoppeddreams of wealth turned pale and vanished. "This is all I can give you. Take it and set me free. You made a bargain." 9
I was so disgusted, I just put the jar back in the closet and went to bed. Maybe I heard something that night. I can't remember. I'm too scared to really remember. But I remember the morning. Every second is burned into my brain. I got up. I walked to the closet. The door was open about an inch. I'd thought I'd closed it. I opened it all the way and reached for the jar. My hand stopped. My breath stopped. My heart almost stopped. There was a hole in the side of the jar. There was a round piece of glass on the shelf next to the jar. She was gone. How? Then I knew. The diamond. She’d tricked me. She knew I wouldn’t take that tiny diamond. She also knew it could cut through the glass. She was free. Somewhere, she was sleeping. But night was coming. And she would wake. And she would come for me. I am afraid to go to sleep tonight. I don’t think I will ever sleep again.
"Cut the babble and give me some details. What can you do?" I picked up the jar, holding the sides of the lid. Even protected by the glass, I didn't want to put my fingers too close to her. "Whatever you wish." I didn't believe her. Promises were easy to make. "Show me." "Free me first." I shook my head. It was a standoff, but I was the one with the power. She was mine. She would give me something valuable. She had no choice. I owned her now. "Think about it," I said, putting the jar back on the shelf. "Think of some way to buy your freedom. I'm sure you'll come up with an idea." She gave me that look again, and a flash of those teeth. I closed the closet door and left the room. The next day, we had the same conversation, and the same again on the day after. I wanted proof. She wanted freedom. But she was weakening. I could see that. I knew she had to give me a reward sooner or later. I could wait. I was in charge. On the fifth day, she agreed to my request. "I will transmute an object for you," she said. Her voice was thinner, barely louder than a thought. "Transmute?" "I will change its form. Give me carbon. I will make a diamond." "A diamond? That's more like it." I wondered for a moment how I was going to sell a diamond. But that problem could wait. Right now, I needed some carbon. That was easy enough. Charcoal for the grill, that was carbon. So was the graphite in pencils. So were diamonds. They were all just different forms of carbon. I couldn't believe that something I learned in Mr. Chublie's stupid science class was actually worth knowing. Live and learn. But I wasn't about to try to stick a big hunk of charcoal in the jar. There was no way I was opening that lid, not 8
even for a second. I wasn't falling for any of her tricks. As I looked around the room, I saw the answer right next to me. I yanked out my desk drawer and hunted around the sides and corners. "Got it." Perfect. I knew I had it in there—a whole pack of refills for my mechanical pencil. The best part was that they were thin enough to slip through the air-holes in the lid of the jar. I was planning to keep a nice, solid barrier between me and those teeth, thank you. She gathered the pieces of lead. "This will take some time." "I can wait." She sat staring at the slivers of carbon. I put the jar away for the night. In the morning, I rushed to the closet to see my first diamond. In my head, I'd already spent the money—a new bike, new sneakers, all the new video games. The guys were definitely going to envy me. But she wasn't finished. The pieces of lead were still there, though they looked smaller and shinier than before. "It takes time," she said. I would have to be patient. "It takes time," she warned again that evening. I waited. On the fourth night, she was done. "Here." She held up her hand. "Take this and set me free." "What are you trying to pull?" I almost smashed the jar. There was nothing more than the tiniest sparkle in her tiny hand. She had made a miniature diamond chip. It was worthless. My stoppeddreams of wealth turned pale and vanished. "This is all I can give you. Take it and set me free. You made a bargain." 9
I was so disgusted, I just put the jar back in the closet and went to bed. Maybe I heard something that night. I can't remember. I'm too scared to really remember. But I remember the morning. Every second is burned into my brain. I got up. I walked to the closet. The door was open about an inch. I'd thought I'd closed it. I opened it all the way and reached for the jar. My hand stopped. My breath stopped. My heart almost stopped. There was a hole in the side of the jar. There was a round piece of glass on the shelf next to the jar. She was gone. How? Then I knew. The diamond. She’d tricked me. She knew I wouldn’t take that tiny diamond. She also knew it could cut through the glass. She was free. Somewhere, she was sleeping. But night was coming. And she would wake. And she would come for me. I am afraid to go to sleep tonight. I don’t think I will ever sleep again.
1. Annotation: The phrase "Creature of the night" is highlighted in yellow.
Comment: The connotation of this phrase suggests a sense of danger, mystery, and potentially malicious intentions.
2. Annotation: The word "power" is highlighted in yellow.
Comment: The word "power" conveys a sense of authority and control that the boy believes he has over the fairy.
3. Annotation: The phrase "tricked me" is highlighted in yellow.
Comment: This implies that the fairy deceived or manipulated the boy in order to escape, reinforcing her cunning and deceitful nature.
The boy initially described the fairy as "mean" and vicious, and I still agree with that description. The fairy's actions throughout the story, including tricking the boy and escaping from the jar, further support the notion that she possesses negative intentions and behaves in a malicious manner.
Comment: The connotation of this phrase suggests a sense of danger, mystery, and potentially malicious intentions.
2. Annotation: The word "power" is highlighted in yellow.
Comment: The word "power" conveys a sense of authority and control that the boy believes he has over the fairy.
3. Annotation: The phrase "tricked me" is highlighted in yellow.
Comment: This implies that the fairy deceived or manipulated the boy in order to escape, reinforcing her cunning and deceitful nature.
The boy initially described the fairy as "mean" and vicious, and I still agree with that description. The fairy's actions throughout the story, including tricking the boy and escaping from the jar, further support the notion that she possesses negative intentions and behaves in a malicious manner.
where is creature of the night at?
I apologize for the confusion. The phrase "Creature of the night" is located in the following section:
"At first I thought she was dead. She was crumpled on the bottom again. Then, as I saw her let out a shallow breath, I realized she was sleeping—sleeping or in some sort of suspended state. Creature of the night."
"At first I thought she was dead. She was crumpled on the bottom again. Then, as I saw her let out a shallow breath, I realized she was sleeping—sleeping or in some sort of suspended state. Creature of the night."
where is power at?
I apologize for the confusion in my previous response. Upon reviewing the provided text, it appears that the word "power" is not present in
In the beginning of the story, the boy describes the fairy as “mean” and vicious”. Do you agree/disagree now? Write in complete sentences and restate the question into your answer: ANSWER:
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