Answer: The sea (A)
Explanation: Hope this helps have a great day bye. ;)
Answer:
The number 3.
Explanation:
The Mexican fairytale <em>Blanca Flor </em>tells the story of a young woman Blanca Flor being kept prisoner by a tyrant and evil man Don Ricardo. And it was from this man that she along with Juanito escaped.
Blanca Flor used her magic to help Juanito do his tasks and kept him alive. But when the tasks gets more and more difficult, she knew she had no choice but to escape from the evil man. So, she spit three times in the fireplace which will give them time to get away while the spit covers up fro Flor whenever Don Ricardo calls. This spitting three times into the fire used the motif of the number three, where the magic that Blanca Flor has will help them buy some time and get away from the domain of Don Ricardo. Outside of his boundary, his magic will no longer have any effect on them so they needed the magic to help them get away as far as possible.
Answer:
1)You cannot leave as I tell you to do so.
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<span>I believe from reading it would be "teaches them to fly kites and shoot marbles".
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Answer:
July 13, 1942
Dear Diary,
Today I went into hiding. I lived in Germany until 1937 before moving to Amsterdam to escape persecution by the Nazi party. My name is Peter Van Daan. The first day of fighting could not be worse. Everyone is asking every question that come from their minds. Just let me get unpacked, people. I go to my room and like I thought, it was going to have something I did not like. It was a ladder.
yours,
Peter
August 15, 1942
Dear Diary,
I’m just now getting settled in. Yesterday it was hard to get unpacked when everyone is asking you questions. I brought pants, shirts, toothbrush, shoes, some hats, it sounds boring huh. I don't even have word finds. It's time for breakfast. I take a nap. Now it's late in the afternoon and all I am doing is reading. Before I know it it's almost dinner time. I smell beans. I wonder if the beans that are on my plate are the ones we picked up. I think we might be having a bean salad.
Disgustingly Yours,
peter
December 29, 1942
Dear Diary
I hope today we aren't having anything to do with beans because I got to tell you they do not taste good. This morning I wake up to a smell like old fish. I think it smells like this because we are basically living in a secret annex. To my knowledge no one has touched this place for years. I wish we could open a window. Last night was rough. The bed I am sleeping is hard as a rock. I know that today is not going to be a good day.
Boringly Yours,
Peter
March 18,1943
Dear Diary
Last night I woke up to the sound of gunshots. I don’t think it was just in my head because they were loud. When I wake up every morning I am always face to face with a ladder. This morning for breakfast we are having a baked potato. After i'm done eating breakfast I go to my room and read a book. After a couple of minutes i’m bored. I guess it's time for a nap.
Stinkingly yours,
Peter
August 4, 1944
Dear Diary
This morning when I woke up there was no breakfast. I snuck a bowl of oatmeal. Then I went back to sleep. I woke a couple hours later sweating like a dog. I must have had a nightmare. At lunch I had a tuna sandwich. I read a couple hours and then took a nap. I went to my room to write. Then I heard footsteps and other voices. I think I need………….
Explanation:
