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------------------------------------------------ Which elements of narrative poetry are reflected in "The Thing about Terry”? Select 4 options.
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**"The Thing about Terry"**
I should have known better
Why didn’t I think?
I should have asked questions
Not left it to fate
I walk through the halls
Wondering where she is now
My friend Terry, with hurt feelings,
Gone off on her own
I gather the crew: Samantha, Kat, Ladan, and Dan,
Remind them what happened,
Ask their help with a plan
She just left, I tell them,
Turned her wheelchair away
We all watched through the window,
No one knew what to say
The restaurant was perfect
Good food galore
But there were stairs, and no ramp
To get to the door
I chased after Terry,
Said, I’m sorry, I swear!
The worst was her answer
And her hurt, angry glare
Nobody thinks of me,
Believe me, my friend,
Unless it’s to pity
What sad shape I’m in
I’m tired of caring, of being stuck in this chair
I’m tired of feeling those awful, blank stares
We have to do something
I tell the crew,
We can’t let her feel
We don’t care when we do
The thing about Terry
Our friend in the chair
Is she’s so fun and funny
Never shows her despair
She has a big mouth
Listens well with her ears
But I think for a while now
She’s been hiding her tears
What’s she love most? I ask
When all else is said
What makes her smile,
Gets her up out of bed?
Nobody answers
We don’t seem to know
And then I remember
From a long time ago
Stars, I whisper
She showed me one night
Knew every constellation
Said they made her heart light
I’ve got it! I grin
I’ve got just the surprise
I rush to tell them,
Feeling happy and wise
By nightfall we’re ready
I’ve talked to Terry’s mom
Terry won’t be home
Until our whole deed is done
We go in the back door,
Then up to her room
Paint cans, brushes,
A template or two
We work four long hours
Nervous stomachs a-churn
Then sneak into the closet
To await her return
The door opens at last,
She flips on the light
Expecting no doubt
The usual sight
But the lamps have been doused
A soft silver shine falls
Bright stars fill her eyes
From her ceiling and walls
Surprise! We shout
Leaping into view
We wanted to say thanks
For all that you do
Right over her bed
The big dipper gleams
I made it myself
To help bring sweet dreams
Terry’s eyes sparkle
As we run to her side
And I remember her words
The day she’d gone off to hide
Nobody thinks of me,
Believe me, my friend,
Unless it’s to pity
What sad shape I’m in
She may be tired, I think, of being stuck in that chair
But tonight our friend Terry is walking on air.
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A. rhyme
B. abstract language
C. rhythm
D. free verse
E. setting
F. stanzas
