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Learning from the skeleton is quite helpful as it not only assists to determine traits of an individual and offer a detailed description about them which is discovered through bones. The two other pieces of information, one could learn from bone are:
- Diseases.
- How they died.
To illustrate, let us take an example. A specific example of diseases that could be discovered from bone could be "dental attrition", which is the wearing down of teeth and a particular example that detects or finds out how they died is by finding types of traumas on the skeleton which helps to determine the cause of their death.
Answer:
I'm not sure about my answer but I think its D.
Answer:
My skateboard is the thing that I most prize:
My sun, my moon, my stars. And it may be
Worn down and shabby-looking old device
But it's a first-rate vehicle you'll see.
Explanation:
A sonnet is a short poem that typically has iambic pentameter (a pattern of 10 stressed and unstressed syllables). In the most common type of Sonnet (Shakespeare style), the rhyme scheme tends to be ABAB, which is the one that Abel's sonnet has. The first two lines have already 10 syllables, so they are complete. The words "old device" (3 syllables) and "you'll see" (2 syllables) are added to the last two lines to complete the sonnet and maintain the same rhyme scheme.
C. The road they live on
Apex
Risky Squirrel was a lively little chap. And he was very bold, too. You see, he was so nimble that he felt he could always jump right out of danger—no matter whether it was a hawk chasing him, or a fox springing at him, or a boy throwing stones at him. He would chatter and scold at his enemies from some tree-top. And it was seldom that he was so frightened that he ran home and hid inside his mother's house. Mrs. Squirrel's house was in a hollow limb of a hickory tree. It was a very convenient place to live; for although the tree was old, it still bore nuts. And it is very pleasant to be able to step out of your house and find your dinner all ready for you—simply waiting to be picked. Of course, Frisky Squirrel and his mother couldn't find their dinner on the tree the whole year 'round—because it was only in the fall that there were nuts on it. But luckily there were other things to eat—such as seeds, of which there were many kinds in the woods. The woods where Mrs. Squirrel and her son lived were full of the finest trees to climb that anybody could wish for. And Frisky loved to go leaping from branch to branch, and from tree to tree. He was so fearless that he would scamper far out on the ends of the smallest limbs. But no matter how much they bent and swayed beneath his weight, he was never afraid; in fact, that was part of the fun. As she watched Frisky whisking about among the trees, now swinging on this branch, now leaping far out to that one, Mrs. Squirrel sometimes wondered how he could keep dashing about so madly. Frisky Squirrel was almost never still except when he was asleep. There was so much to do! Frisky wished that the days were longer, for though he tried his hardest, he couldn't climb all the trees in the forest. Each night he had to give up his task, only to begin all over again the next morning. If there had been nothing to do but climb the trees, Frisky would have been able to climb more of them. But there were other things that took time.
