Where are the rest of them?
Answer:
It was Saturday morning as I ran down the sidewalk, trying to catch the bus. The bus opened it's doors letting out warm air.
"Where to?" The driver asks.
"Powhatan Library," I say.
I sit down and soon we arrive at the library. I jump up and walk down the aisle, then down the steps.
"Oh, no!" The driver yells furiously.
"The bus broke down!" He yellled.
I suddenly hear a soft cry behind the bus stop. I walk toward it and see a little box with a baby inside. It's wearing a vest with a pack of diapers beside him.
I grab the box and walk down the sidewalk. My house isn't too far away so I head towards my house. When I arrived I called the police and let them know about the baby.
A patrol car arrives, takes pictures, and took the box. He took the baby to the Welfare Department.
I started to softly cry. I felt bad for the baby and hoped he would find a loving home.
The detail "...make sure they are not touching each other..." best supports the inference that one bad apple can spoil all the others. As stated in the text, the fruits are stored in the hoard house for future consumption. It is important that one does not contain a bruise since this will also affect the others around it.
The third one.
O My face turned bright red and my eyes swelled with tears when the teacher called on me and I didn't know the answer
