Which of the following is NOT an example of an informational text?

English

2 answers:

Tanya [424]3 years ago

5 0

A story told from the point of view of a dog

Tema [17]3 years ago

4 0

Answer:

lol

Explanation:

a story told from the point-of-view of a dog . is your correct answer 100% because of dog cannot speak

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Answer:

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How I can write a paragraph using the words “scheme, hoard, irreproachable, conspicuous, and ominous??”

wariber [46]

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<em>Sentence examples - </em>

...his hoard of stolen items lurking in his lair.
...with his sinister scheme, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce into action.
... slinking into the ominous darkness.
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irreproachable idleness of sleep...

Example Paragraph -

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