Excerpt from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children By Ransom Riggs I picked up the flashlight and stepped toward the trees
. My grandfather was out there somewhere, I was sure of it. But where? I was no tracker, and neither was Ricky. And yet something seemed to guide me anyway—a quickening in the chest; a whisper in the viscous air—and suddenly I couldn’t wait another second. I tromped into the underbrush like a bloodhound scenting an invisible trail. It’s hard to run in Florida woods, where every square foot not occupied by trees is bristling with thigh-high palmetto spears and nets of entangling skunk vine, but I did my best, calling my grandfather’s name and sweeping my flashlight everywhere. I caught a white glint out of the corner of my eye and made a beeline for it, but upon closer inspection it turned out to be just a bleached and deflated soccer ball I’d lost years before. I was about to give up and go back for Ricky when I spied a narrow corridor of freshly stomped palmettos not far away. I stepped into it and shone my light around; the leaves were splattered with something dark. My throat went dry. Steeling myself, I began to follow the trail. The farther I went, the more my stomach knotted, as though my body knew what lay ahead and was trying to warn me. And then the trail of the flattened brush widened out, and I saw him. Summarize the text. The narrator is - * A. worried about his grandfather, that something terrible has happened.
B. looking for his grandfather in the woods. Following his intuition and uneasy feelings, he finally finds him.
C. tracking his grandfather through the woods to practice his skills.
D. searching for his grandfather. He picked up a flashlight, went into the woods, and tromped into the underbrush.
At the start of Don Quixote, Mr. Quixana spends his days reading stories about knights. Due to having read many such stories, this character changes his name to Don Quixote, wanting to imitate such chivalrous knights.
