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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mouchette. She was an orphan. Her parents had died in a tragic car accident and she had been abandoned in an orphanage for years. Every day was the same. The women would bring her bland porridge once a day and she had to go to bed and wake up early. There were no games to play, no friends to talk to, and no hope of ever finding a forever home. Sometimes, families would come in and adopt the younger children, but not Mouchette. She was already 13. Nobody would want her. Families usually wanted a boy, if they were to adopt any older kid, at all. Mouchette wasn't strong or helpful. She had fallen ill with pneumonia and she did not receive the right care. Everyone believed that she would die soon and other children at the orphanage avoided her, because they thought she would make them sick.The women who worked there were ill-mannered and only showed up to gossip about their home lives all the time. Unfortunately, poor little Mouchette got no attention at all. That was, until one family showed up. The mother was dressed in a beautiful classic vintage dress, with ruffly sleeves and a long skirt, going down to her slim ankles. The father was dressed in a blue suit with a tie, and they had one child, a girl. Her lovely auburn hair was tied into tight, curly pigtails and she wore a green dress and a bonnet, lined with lace. The parents held her hands in theirs as they walked by. Mouchette wished she could be that girl. She knew deep in her heart that they wouldn't adopt her, until she saw the family walk up to her. Her heart raced. "Is this the day I find my forever home?", she thought, as she looked up to see a small hand holding out a pink box with a bow on top. To Mouchette's surprise, it was the family's daughter. She had a big smile on her face. "Is this really for me?', Mouchette asked as she felt the tears of hapiness swell up in her eyes. "Of course, silly!", the girl replied. Mouchette took the box from her hands and carefully untied the bow, not wanting to damage the box. Inside the box, was a beautiful china doll that looked just like her. It had the same black hair and blue eyes and a white dress. "She's beautiful, thank you so much!", she cried, as happy tears streamed down her face. The girl smiled and gave Mouchette a hug. The family filled out the adoption form and took Mouchette home. They lived happily ever after.
Figurative language is mostly used to leave a long lasting impression of something. Writers create images using figurative language so as to have us analyze and observe them in more detail. All of this is especially true of poets and poems who use metaphors, personification, and other narrative devices, so as to convey meaning almost all the time.
Answer: I would describe the authors tone to be very bland and solemn,,
Explanation: I'm not sure if this helped, but :))
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Hello Mr/Ms. ________,
I’m writing to you in hopes that you improve the unsafe & unsanitary conditions of our city. As you may see, there is plenty of litter in our city. You cannot go 30 feet without finding some sort of trash on the ground. With that, we have plenty of volunteer groups however this is not enough. There are animals that are eating the trash & dying. People are getting sick because of the buildup. It isn’t going to get better.
On top of this Mr./Ms. _______, I would like the point out the unsafe drinking water. As you may have seen on the news, our city has had many cases of unsafe drinking water. These include pollution, bacteria in the water & much more. I would hope as mayor you would have tried to fix this by now however that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Overall, I hope this letter reaches you & influences your ideas to better this city for the safety of both your family and thousands of others. Our city needs help Mr./Ms. _____. You can influence the state of change that this city needs.
Thank you,
- (name)
