It shows their plot as well as their friendship, and it shadows a future disagreement
A matches with iii. b matches with vii. c matches with v. d matches with i. e matches with ii. f matches with iv. g matches with vi.
Explanation:
Man is a social being. So he cannot live alone. In a particular place, he lives with others. These other people are called neighbours. The man who behaves will with his neighbours is a good neighbour. A good neighbour possesses a good number of good qualities. He is a relative, a well-wisher, a friend, a guide and guardian to his neighbours. He gives his neighbours advice when necessary, encourages them in noble deeds. Consoles them in bereavement and sustains and respects their rights. He associates with all irrespective of caste, creed and colour. His heart aches for them, head thinks for them and hands work for them.
He tries to remove their sorrows, solve their problems and settle their quarrels. His words cheer their hearts, smiles lessen their grief and counsels help them stand on their feet. He runs to their houses in danger and rushes to nurse them in illness. He is not a self-centred man. He is not envious of the fame· and wealth of his neighbours. He is very free, frank and co-operative. His words are sweet, actions are good and thoughts are pure. He lives with. all in peace and amity. In short, he is theirs and they are his.
Answer:
bro what? I dont speak Spanish.
When I was a kid, I was waiting for my father to come pick me up in front of the school I used to attend. At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the license plate. All I knew was what the car looked like and its color, a dark shade of green.
A car that looked just like ours pulled up. I walked toward it, opened the back door and hopped in. To my surprise, it was not my father who was sitting behind the wheel, but a completely different man. There was also another man in the front seat by his side, and they were talking, discussing some business, too distracted to notice that the wrong kid had entered the car. The driver turned to key, started the car, and I almost freaked out, so scared to be taken away by two strangers. I knew they were not kidnappers or anything, they simply didn't pay much attention to whom had sat behind them.
My voice shaked a little as I told them I had gotten into the wrong vehicle. Only then they realized they had almost driven away with a stranger in their car. I got out in a hurry, utterly embarrassed, afraid of what my father would say in case he had seen the whole thing happen. But I did learn my lesson and I always check things twice.
