Susan Cooper Quizzes & Trivia
A Quiz From Chapter Nine Of Greenboy By Susan Cooper
Questions: 5 | Attempts: 16
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Sample QuestionWhen They Go To The Shute They Land In ____________
Read this excerpt from The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper and answer the questions.
Please spend 15-20 minutes in a word game we have downloaded after this lesson! Enjoy!
Questions: 5 | Attempts: 9
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Sample QuestionThe Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper They both looked out the window. The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit hutches, the chicken coops. Further back there were only the flat fields of Dawson’s farm, dimly white-striped. All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no color anywhere. “Four days to Christmas,” Will said. “I wish it would snow properly.” “And your birthday tomorrow.” “Mmm.” He had been going to say that, too, but it would have been too much like a reminder. And the gift he most wished for on his birthday was something nobody could give him: it was snow, beautiful, deep, blanketing snow, and it never came. At least this year there was the grey sprinkle, better than nothing. He said, remembering a duty: “I haven’t fed the rabbits yet. Want to come?” Outdoors, it was suddenly very quiet. Will dipped out a pail of pellets from the bin in the farm-smelling barn, which was not really a barn at all, but a long, low building with a tiled roof, once a stable. They tramped through the thin snow to the row of heavy wooden hutches, leaving dark footmarks on the hard, frozen ground. ----- On which element of literature does this piece focus?
Susan Cooper Questions and Answers
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When They Go To The Shute They Land In ____________
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The Underground Subway Is Filled With Airport Security To Trap Them
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Lou Is A...
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The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper They both looked out the window. The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit hutches, the chicken coops. Further back there were only the flat fields of Dawson’s farm, dimly white-striped. All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no color anywhere. “Four days to Christmas,” Will said. “I wish it would snow properly.” “And your birthday tomorrow.” “Mmm.” He had been going to say that, too, but it would have been too much like a reminder. And the gift he most wished for on his birthday was something nobody could give him: it was snow, beautiful, deep, blanketing snow, and it never came. At least this year there was the grey sprinkle, better than nothing. He said, remembering a duty: “I haven’t fed the rabbits yet. Want to come?” Outdoors, it was suddenly very quiet. Will dipped out a pail of pellets from the bin in the farm-smelling barn, which was not really a barn at all, but a long, low building with a tiled roof, once a stable. They tramped through the thin snow to the row of heavy wooden hutches, leaving dark footmarks on the hard, frozen ground. ----- On which element of literature does this piece focus?
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The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper They both looked out the window. The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit hutches, the chicken coops. Further back there were only the flat fields of Dawson’s farm, dimly white-striped. All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no color anywhere. “Four days to Christmas,” Will said. “I wish it would snow properly.” “And your birthday tomorrow.” “Mmm.” He had been going to say that, too, but it would have been too much like a reminder. And the gift he most wished for on his birthday was something nobody could give him: it was snow, beautiful, deep, blanketing snow, and it never came. At least this year there was the grey sprinkle, better than nothing. He said, remembering a duty: “I haven’t fed the rabbits yet. Want to come?” Outdoors, it was suddenly very quiet. Will dipped out a pail of pellets from the bin in the farm-smelling barn, which was not really a barn at all, but a long, low building with a tiled roof, once a stable. They tramped through the thin snow to the row of heavy wooden hutches, leaving dark footmarks on the hard, frozen ground. ----- Which words do not convey the tone in this piece?
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The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper They both looked out the window. The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit hutches, the chicken coops. Further back there were only the flat fields of Dawson’s farm, dimly white-striped. All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no color anywhere. “Four days to Christmas,” Will said. “I wish it would snow properly.” “And your birthday tomorrow.” “Mmm.” He had been going to say that, too, but it would have been too much like a reminder. And the gift he most wished for on his birthday was something nobody could give him: it was snow, beautiful, deep, blanketing snow, and it never came. At least this year there was the grey sprinkle, better than nothing. He said, remembering a duty: “I haven’t fed the rabbits yet. Want to come?” Outdoors, it was suddenly very quiet. Will dipped out a pail of pellets from the bin in the farm-smelling barn, which was not really a barn at all, but a long, low building with a tiled roof, once a stable. They tramped through the thin snow to the row of heavy wooden hutches, leaving dark footmarks on the hard, frozen ground. ----- The mood of this piece is excited for winter.
