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** Chinese Folk Tale Digital book report- Due May 22nd ** **Read a Chineses Folk Tale - a book or on line.** **Make sure that y****ou** ** clarify confusing parts of the tex **t and use your own words. **Re-tell the plot in your own words. Write the new text and record it.** **Choose appropriate Chinese music and any sounds which would suit the retelling.** **Create a digital book report. You could use whatever program you like- Keynote, Comic Life, Kid pix. You could export your project into I movie.**

**Friday, 29th April**

Today Sheri will be reading a Chinese folk tale and that several students will be acting as the characters. Students are to pay attention to the details that show us that this story comes from China: e.g. names, places animals, musical instruments. Here are some questions you will reflect on:
 * Who were the characters at the beginning of the story?
 * Why were they separated?
 * What did Little Red say to her mother when she was being taken?
 * Why did this not comfort the mother?
 * What happened to the mother on her way home?
 * Why didn't the mother want to tell her son about the dragon?
 * How did the son get the golden reed pipe?
 * How did the son rescue his sister?
 * What happened to the dragon?


 * <span style="color: #ff0000; display: inline !important; font: 11px/25px Arial; margin: 3px 0px 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 3em; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">__PROBLEM – SOLUTION – RESULT__




 * <span style="display: inline !important; font: 11px/13px Arial; margin: 3px 0px 0px;">Sheri will demonstrate the PROBLEM – SOLUTION – RESULT chart on board.


 * <span style="font: 11px/13px Arial; margin: 3px 0px 0px;">You are to complete your own in dot points.

__ Character Y Chart __
 * <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;">**<span style="display: inline !important; font: 11px/13px Arial; margin: 3px 0px 0px;">Discuss the characters of the story: mother, daughter, son, dragon. **
 * <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;">**<span style="display: inline !important; font: 11px/13px Arial; margin: 3px 0px 0px;">think about how the characters were feeling at each part of the story. **
 * <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; list-style-type: disc;">**<span style="display: inline !important; font: 11px/13px Arial; margin: 3px 0px 0px;">Here is an example of a Y-Chart: for example the dragon when he kidnaps Little Red: **
 * <span style="font: 11px/13px Arial;">feels like – confident, greedy, unstoppable
 * <span style="font: 11px/13px Arial;">sounds like – loud, boastful
 * <span style="font: 11px/13px Arial;">looks like – big, flying, fire-breathing.
 * <span style="font: 11px/13px Arial;">Students are instructed to create their own Y-Chart before starting their diary entry.

<span style="color: #0000ff; display: inline !important; font: 11px/25px Arial; margin: 3px 0px;">**Remember to justify your thinking-** > > > Enjoy the story: The Golden Reed Pipe
 * **//why//** do you think the mother would have felt that way? Why do you think little red would have sounded like that?
 * <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;">**<span style="display: inline !important; font: 11px Arial; margin: 3px 0px;">Is there anything in the story that you'd like to know more about? What did/didn't you like about the story? **

<span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Once upon a time there lived in the mountains a woman and her daughter. The daughter liked to dress in red. And her name is Little Red. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">One day they were plowing and sowing in the fields. All of a sudden, a gale blew up and in the sky there appeared an evil dragon that stretched down his claws, caught Little Red in a tight grip and flew off with her towards the west. Her mother vaguely heard daughter's words carried on the wind: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Oh mother, oh mother, as dear as can be! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">My brother, my brother will rescue me! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Wiping away her tears, her mother gazed into the sky and said, "But I only have a daughter. Who can this brother be?" <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">She staggered home and had got halfway there when her white hair was caught up in the branches of a bayberry tree growing by the roadside. While she was disentangling her hair, she spotted a red, red berry dangling from a twig. She picked it and swallowed it without thinking. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">When she arrived home, the woman gave birth to a boy with a round head and red cheeks. She named the boy Little Bayberry. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry grew up very quickly and in a few days he was a young lad of fourteen or fifteen. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">His mother wanted to ask Bayberry to rescue his sister but couldn't bring herself to inflict such a dangerous task on him. All she could do was weep to herself in secret. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">One day a crow alighted on the eaves of her house and cried: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Your sister's suffering out there, out there! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">She's weeping in the evil dragon's lair! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bloodstains on her back, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">She's digging rocks with hands so bare! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Upon hearing this, Bayberry asked his mother, "Do I have a sister?" <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Tears streaming down her cheeks, his mother replied, "Yes, my boy, you do. Because she loved to dress in red, she was called Little Red. That evil dragon who has killed so many people came and took her away." <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry picked up a big stick and said, "I'm going to rescue Little Red and kill that evil dragon. Then he can't do any more harm!" <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">His mother leaned against the doorframe and through misty eyes watched her son march away. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry walked for miles and miles. On a mountain road he saw ahead of him, blocking the way, a large rock. It was pointed and rubbed smooth by all the travelers who had had to climb it. One wrong step would mean a nasty fall. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry said, "This is my first obstacle! If I don't remove it now, it will be the undoing of many more people." He thrust his stick under the rock and heaved with all his might. There was a great "crack!" and the stick broke in two. Then he put both his hands under the rock and tried to shift it with all the strength. The rock rolled down into the valley. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Just at that moment, a shining golden reed pipe appeared in the pit where the rock had been. Bayberry picked it up and blew on it. It gave out a resonant sound. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Suddenly, all the earthworms, frogs and lizards by the roadside began to dance. The quicker the tune the faster the creatures danced. As soon as the music stopped, they ceased dancing. Bayberry had an idea: "Ah! Now I can deal with the evil dragon." <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">He strode away, the golden reed pipe in hand. He climbed a huge rocky mountain and saw a ferocious-looking dragon coiled at the entrance to a cave. Piles of human bones lay all around him. He also saw a girl in red chiseling away at the cave. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. The evil dragon whipped the girl on the back with his tail and shouted vilely at her: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Most ungrateful loathsome Mistress Red! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Since with me you would not wed, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Day by day, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Rock by rock, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Hew me out a handsome cave, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Or I'll send you to your grave! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry realized that the girl was none other than his sister. He shouted: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Wicked monster! Evil fiend! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">To torment my sister so! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Till your wretched life shall end <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">On this pipe I'll blow and blow! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry began to blow on his golden reed pipe. The music set the evil dragon dancing despite himself. Little Red downed her chisel and emerged from the cave to watch. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry blew on the pipe. The evil dragon continued to dance, squirming and writhing. The quicker the tune, the faster the evil dragon moved. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Little Red came over and wanted to speak to her brother. With a gesture of his hand, Bayberry showed her that he could not stop playing the pipe. If he did, the evil dragon would eat them both up. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry kept blowing for all he was worth, and the evil dragon stretched his long waist and kept writhing around in time to the music. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Fire came from his eyes, steam from his nostrils, and panting breath from his mouth. The evil dragon pleaded: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Ho-ho-ho! Brother you're the stronger! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Blow no more! Torture me no longer! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">I'll send her home, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">If you leave me alone! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry had no intention of stopping. As he blew, he walked towards a big pond. The evil dragon followed him to the bank of the pond, squirming and dancing all the way. With a great splash the evil dragon fell into the pond and the water rose several feet. The evil dragon was utterly exhausted. Fire came from his eyes, steam from his nostrils and panting breath from his mouth. He entreated again in a hoarse voice: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Ho-ho-ho! Brother you're the stronger! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Let me alone and I'll stay in this pond <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">And torture folk no longer! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry replied: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Wicked fiend! <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">This is my bargain: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Stay at the bottom of this pond, <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">And never do harm again. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">The evil dragon kept nodding his head. As soon as the golden reed pipe stopped blowing, he sank to the bottom of the pond. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry took hold of his sister's hand and walked happily away. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Not long after they set off, they heard the sound of water splashing in the pond. They looked over their shoulders and saw the evil dragon emerge from the water pond. He raised his head and flew in their direction, baring his fangs and clawing the air. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Little Red cried: <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Go deep when digging a well; <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Pull up the roots when hoeing a field. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">While that dragon is still alive <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">To kindly ways he'll never yield. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry rushed back to the pond and began to blow on his pipe once more. The evil dragon fell back into the pond and began to dance again, squirming and writhing in the water. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Bayberry stood on the bank for seven days and nights, a fast tune blowing on his pipe. Finally, the evil dragon could move no longer and floated on the surface of the water. His days had come to an end. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">Sister and brother joyfully returned home, dragging the body of the evil dragon along behind them. When their mother saw her two children coming home, her face lit up with happiness. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">They peeled the dragon's skin to make a house, took out the dragon's bones to serve as pillars and beams and cut off the dragon's horn to make plowshares. With the dragon's horn they plowed the fields quickly and had no need of oxen. In this way they plowed many fields, sowed much grain and enjoyed a life of plenty.

This is the site for the story and there a many other Chinese folk tales for you to read. <span style="margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em;">http://traditions.cultural-china.com/en/211Traditions8865.html

Here are some sites which will help you understand the Chinese language:

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<span style="cursor: pointer; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">[|Get a Chinese Name]0000

Here is another Chinese folk tale: <span style="color: #0000ff; cursor: pointer; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">The Story of the Three Genjias <span style="display: block; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;">Once upon a time in a certain place there lived three men who all had the same name -- Genjia. One was the tribal chief, the second a carpenter, and the third the chief's steward. Genjia the carpenter was married to an exceptionally beautiful woman. Genjia the steward fancied her and dreamt day and night of having her for himself. But she was a very upright woman and would not let him get anywhere near her. Finally, he was driven to find some way of killing the carpenter in order to attain his end. After a while, the father of Genjia the chief died. The steward saw in this a golden opportunity for eliminating the carpenter. Every day he secretly studied the calligraphy of the Buddhist scriptures and succeeded in reproducing the old-fashioned and esoteric style in which they were written. He then wrote a document in this style and handed it to the chief, saying, “Master, here is a document I came across the other day. I cannot understand a word of it and have brought it here especially for you to decipher." Genjia the chief was baffled by the writing and passed it on to his secretary in charge of documents. After reading it, the secretary said, "This document claims to be from the old chief. In it he says that he has ascended to heaven and is now serving as an official there, but he doesn't have an official mansion. He asks you, Master, to send him a carpenter -- the most skilled you have -- to direct the construction of such a mansion." Genjia the chief thought constantly of his father and was most concerned to hear that he had nowhere to lay his head in heaven. He sent for Genjia the carpenter, showed him the document and ordered him to go to heaven at once. Genjia the carpenter was greatly startled. He dared not refuse, however, and could only plead for time, "How could I disobey your order, Master! But I need some time to prepare. Please allow me seven days. After that time, please hold a Twig Burning Ceremony in the hemp field behind my house to send me off. Then I'll be able to ascend to heaven to build the mansion for the old chief." Genjia the chief considered this request reasonable and willingly agreed. When Genjia the carpenter left, he went round making a few investigations. He wanted to find out where the chief had got this idea. He eventually discovered that it had originated in a classical document found by Genjia the steward. He put two and two together and concluded that it must be a sinister plot against him hatched by the steward. He went home and consulted with his wife. "The most absurd thing has happened. The chief wants me to go and build a mansion in heaven. He must have been tricked into it by Genjia the steward. I did not dare refuse, but asked him to hold a Twig Burning Ceremony behind our house before I go. It would be no use trying to disobey him now. There is only one way for me to get out of this alive. The two of us must dig a tunnel under cover of night leading from the field to our bedroom, and then you can hide me there later. In a year's time I will find some way to get even." The wife was shocked by this tale. Hatred for the steward filled the very marrow of her bones. She was willing to do anything to save her husband. So every day when night fell, the two of them dug the tunnel in secret. On the seventh day it was completed. They sealed the entrance with a slab of stone and scattered soil on it, so that people wouldn't notice it. The eighth day came, the day for the carpenter to ascend to heaven. At the head of a procession of elders and stewards and with a great din of bugles and drums, the chief came to send him off. They made a pile of sticks in the hemp field and asked Genjia the carpenter to sling his tool-kit over his shoulder and carry his bag in one hand. They made him stand in the middle, lit the sticks and watched the smoke rise, "carrying him up to heaven". Genjia the steward was afraid that as soon as the sticks were lit, the carpenter would spoil everything by crying out in terror. "Come on!" he shouted to the crowd. "Blow your bugles and beat your drums! Laugh and cheer! Genjia the carpenter is on his way to heaven to build a mansion for our old chief. Isn't that a wonderful thing?" The chief came over to have a look. Genjia the steward pointed gleefully to the rising smoke and said, "Master, you see, there goes his horse. Genjia the carpenter is on his way to heaven." The chief was delighted. The moment the sticks were lit and the smoke began rising into the sky, Genjia the carpenter raised the slab and escaped through the tunnel back to his own bedroom. He confined himself to his house for a whole year. His wife went to great lengths to find milk, butter and other nutritious food for him; and as he did not work, by the end of that year he was plumper and fairer-skinned than ever. Meanwhile, Genjia the steward tried a thousand and one ways of seducing the carpenter's wife, and she tried a thousand and one ways of avoiding him. He failed completely to attain his goal. While Genjia the carpenter was hiding at home, he diligently practiced the calligraphy of the Buddhist scriptures. He prepared a document written in the authentic style and kept it on his person. On the first anniversary of his "ascent to heaven" he went and stood on the very spot where he was supposed to have been burned, the same tool-kit on his shoulder and the same bag in his hand. He called out, "How is everybody? I've just got back from heaven." His wife was the first to come out. She pretended to be extremely surprised and hurried over to report the news to the chief. The chief was very happy when he heard that Genjia the carpenter was back. He gave him a hero's welcome with bugles and drums, and invited him to stay in his mansion. He wanted to find out how his father was faring in heaven. On meeting the chief, Genjia the carpenter said in a very serious tone of voice, "When I was constructing the official mansion in heaven, the old chief treated me with exceptional kindness, just as you always do, Master. That's why I'm in such good shape! The mansion is finished, and what a magnificent building it is -- ten times the size of an earthly mansion! Only one thing is lacking: a steward. The old chief misses his old steward dearly. He very much wants the steward to go up to heaven and manage things for him. After a period of time he can come back." This said, he promptly produced the document and showed it to the chief, adding that it was the old chief who had asked him to bring it down. Genjia the chief read the document and was totally convinced by the whole story. Presently he sent for Genjia the steward and asked him to go and work for the old chief in his newly-built mansion in heaven. When Genjia the steward saw Genjia the carpenter standing there and looking so well after his "ascent to heaven," and when he heard the vivid description of heaven given by the carpenter, he just didn't know what to think. "Perhaps I really possess some sort of magic power", he thought to himself. "It was my idea for him to go to heaven, and he actually seems to have done so! Perhaps it really is possible to fly to heaven, and the old chief really does have a new mansion there!" He followed the carpenter's example and asked for seven days to get ready, and a Twig Burning Ceremony to be held in the hemp field behind his house to send him off to heaven. He thought that since Genjia the carpenter could come back, he could too. On the eighth day, as on the previous occasion, Genjia the steward stood in the middle of the faggots with a box on his shoulder and a bag in his hand. As on the previous occasion, there was a great din of bugles and drums, and the chief gave the order to light the faggots and send him off to heaven. But the outcome this time was somewhat different. One difference was that after everything was over, a pile of charred bones was found among the ashes. Another difference was that the steward never came back. He stayed on in heaven forever to help the old chief run his mansion. <span style="display: block; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;"> <span style="display: block; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;"> <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Develop questions to ask the characters of the story. <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Question types should include: <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Literal:The answer is in the text. <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Inferential: The answer is in the text, but is a little harder to find. You also have to THINK! <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Evaluative: The answer is NOT in the text. How do you think and feel?
 * <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Task 1 - **

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Choose a character from the story. How would YOU answer the questions?
 * <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 120%;">Task 2 - **