Answer:
"So sending him off to middle school like a lamb to the slaughter.
Explanation:
Answer:
The <u>beautiful</u> girl walked to a park where there were three <u>birds</u> and one brown <u>dog</u> behind the<u> bushes</u>.
Explanation:
Dog: is a f<u>ree morpheme</u> because it can stand on itself, the morpheme coincides with the notion of the word.
Beautiful: is a bound morpheme made up of a free morpheme (beauty), which is the root, and an affix (-ful). When we add the suffix we are changing the category of the word, beuty is a noun while beautiful is an adjective, so we have a <u>derivational bound morpheme.</u>
Birds: is an<u> inflectional bound morpheme</u> because it is made up of two morphemes, a free morpheme (bird) and a bound morpheme (-s) that is modifying the number of the noun bird.
Bushes: is an <u>allomorph</u> because the pronunciation changes due to the addition of (-es), if we compare this word with the word birds, we can see that they are both plurals but the suffix and the pronunciation of the two differs, while the meaning is still the same more than one, plural.
It would be letter a, since an interrogative sentence is question. Since the first answer is the only one with a question mark, the answer is a.
Sylvia runs home with dollar signs in her eyes but realizes that she physically can't "tell the heron's secret and give its life away" (2.13). It's never explicitly stated why she does this, but we'd peg her obvious love of nature as Exhibit A and her intense experience atop the oak tree as Exhibit B (for more on this tree experience, check out the "Symbolism, Imagery, Allegory" section—there's more there than meets the eye).
Although Sylvia remains in the forest, she never forgets the hunter, nor is she ever quite sure that she's made the right choice. Although Sylvia is a proto-hippie country gal at heart, she knows that the hunter represented a very different path her life could've taken, and as the story ends, she still wonders where it might have taken her. It doesn't exactly reek of regret, but seems more like a sort of forlorn daydream about what might have been. But hey—we all do that sometimes.
C hearing because you hear the bells