It was the 1930s when the period of To Kill a Mockingbird set.
The answer is between B and D.
The 300 villages in the Lottery are blindly obedient to a tradition that is years and years old. Some things have been dropped and others added and nobody quite knows why.
The beginning of June 28 is just as serene. There are all sorts of interpretations, but nothing hides Jackson's anger about blind tradition that would even sacrifice young children and accept it as being a "good sport."
Tilly is the only one who is justifiably upset. The stones are going to be about her and they will kill her. Being stoned in the Bible was a slow painful process. You weren't killed by being hit. You died by suffocation because the weight of the stones eventually was greater than what the lungs could push up and let down so you could continue breathing.
This stoning is less biological and more what you think stoning should accomplish -- death by loss of blood. It is a horrible death. Everyone seems to take it for granted -- everyone but Tilly who had to endure it.
If you were writing an essay, you could easily defend A, B and D. My choice is D, but I wouldn't discount B at all.
Included what year this happened in and how your father was feeling, also included what he did to stop the pain and whether or not he went to the hospital
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Hi. I'm Amanda Princeton. This is the story about the day I was framed for the murder of Mr. Parker.
It happened on the snowiest night in January. I was all alone in my house, sipping hot cocoa as I watch the snowfall just outside my window. I heard a weird noise from outside and noticed the mean old man, Mr. Parker, sinking in the snow. I chuckled to myself, the snow was only six inches deep. He must have tripped or something. I continue watching him struggle to get up from the ground, but then a hand as black as night grabbed him and pulled him completely under the snow. I jumped out of my seat, startled at what I had just witnessed. Did Mr. Parker just... die? I rushed to my room and threw on my snow boots and coat. I quickly made my way to the front door, but I froze as I put my hand on the deadbolt. What if it gets me? I thought to myself. I finally talked myself up just enough to unlock the deadbolt. Next was the lock on the doorknob. I began to shake. If I unlock this door, whatever that's out there could possibly overpower me and get in. I shook my head. I'm not scared of anything! I reassured myself. I unlocked the door and turned the knob. As soon as I did, a strong wind pushed it open. The door swung open and knock me on the ground. It nearly knocked me unconscious! Everything seemed to be fuzzy as I began to get up. As soon as I was on my feet, another gust of wind pushed through the doorway, but this time, a dark figure had come with it. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I fell unconscious.
When I finally came to, I found myself at a police station in cuffs and in a cell. "Wh-what happened?" I stammered. One of the officers walked over to the cell, looking at me with disgust in his eyes. "Mr. Parker was found dead in your basement. We also found his blood all over your coat and on a doorknob. The doorknob was removed from the front door." I began to cry as he told me the story. "It wasn't me! Something was out there! It did it!" I pleaded. "Sure, we'll go with your little fantasy." the officer said as he walked away. I'm telling you this story from a mental asylum. If you ever see this... this thing, don't let it near you. Never, and I mean never, let it near you.
<u>This is the end of this recording. Please rewind the tape to the beginning. Thank you.</u>
"So... Amanda. It seems as if you've been framed for murder? A murder that didn't even happen," Mr. Parker grinned from ear to ear. The basement was dimly lit with the flickering flame of the candles set around an upside-down star. Mr. Parker put a knife to his hand. "Let's see if we can frame someone else."
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