"Huh!?" I crawl back away from my sister into the beds headboard. "Isnt she pretty?" My little sister says as she admires the fairy. "B-But how did you trap her in there? Can she even breath? Do fairies even breathe?" I start hyperventilating. "Calm down! I poked holes at the top of the jar, see?" My little sister shows me the holes on the top. "Big enough for she can breathe, and to small for her to crawl out of." My little sister sets the jar on my desk. "So, what do they even eat?" I asked her. She shrugged and said "Maybe Google knows the answer?" I giggled. She smiled and looked at the fairy once more. "Doesnt she look like Tinker Belle?" She whispered as I nodded. "Yeah, she does." She stood up and grabbed the jar with the fairy. "Im sorry to wake you up so late sister/brother." I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Its alright. Gooodnight." She whispered goodnight and quietly closed my door. I yawned again and pull the blanket over my head. "Its probably just a dream, fairies arent real!" I muttered as my eyes started getting heavy like dumbbells. I let my sleepyness take over as I settled into a new world of peacefullness.
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Rachel was able to see thru mist.
I don't understand your question.
Answer:
A
Explanation:
The speaker's forehead is described as a wall, which probably means that he has a high forehead and that it is probably a very visible forehead that seems to rise above the rest of the face like an imposing wall would rise above a landscape.
The eyes are described as caves, which means that they were probably dark in color and significantly inset into the head. Having deep eye sockets would give the impression of having eyes at a great distance from the rest of the face due to being in a type of cave.
Answer:
"at her altar's side"
Explanation:
This imagery would probably best reference religious rites. It can be said that Belinda's morning ritual, where she puts her make up on in front of her vanity, is a form of religious rite, though what she is worshiping as mentioned in the poem, is Pride - over her beauty. This poem was written by Alexander Pope, as part of his collection of poems, The R*ape of the Lock.