played hide and seek among them. They were busy and hissing as if they had to speak as much as possible before the light strengthened around them. Then they came closer together, and the boys seemed suddenly very far away. The stooks were pressed against each other, composing a thorny spiky wall. He screamed suddenly and stopped, for at the sound the stooks had resumed their original positions. They were like pieces on a board. He began to count them again, his heart beating irregularly. Thirteen, where there had been twelve before. Where had the thirteenth come from? He make out which was the alien one, and then counted them again couldn’t and again. Then he saw it, the thirteenth. It was moving towards him, it had sharp teeth, it had thorny fingers. It was sighing inarticulately like an old woman, or an old man, its sigh was despairing and deep. Far beyond on the road he could sense that the boys were all gathered together, having got out of their boxes. They were sighing, everyone was sighing like the wind. Straw was peeling away from them as if on an invisible gale. And finally they were no longer there, but had returned to their boxes again and pulled the roofs over their heads. He notice the lights of the house go out as he walked towards the didn’t thirteenth stook, laid his head on its breast and fell asleep among the thorns. Adapted from a short story by Iain Crichton Smith National 5 Learning Intention: The following assignments are designed to assess your skills in Reading. You are expected to show that you can: Understand, analyse and evaluate detailed written texts, by: Identifying and explaining the purpose and audience as appropriate to genre Identifying and explaining the main ideas and supporting details
played hide and seek among them. They were busy and hissing as if they had to speak as much as possible before the light strengthened around them. Then they came closer together, and the boys seemed suddenly very far away. The stooks were pressed against each other, composing a thorny spiky wall. He screamed suddenly and stopped, for at the sound the stooks had resumed their original positions. They were like pieces on a board. He began to count them again, his heart beating irregularly. Thirteen, where there had been twelve before. Where had the thirteenth come from? He couldn’t make out which was the alien one, and then counted them again and again. Then he saw it, the thirteenth. It was moving towards him, it had sharp teeth, it had thorny fingers. It was sighing inarticulately like an old woman, or an old man, its sigh was despairing and deep. Far beyond on the road he could sense that the boys were all gathered together, having got out of their boxes. They were sighing, everyone was sighing like the wind. Straw was peeling away from them as if on an invisible gale. And finally they were no longer there, but had returned to their boxes again and pulled the roofs over their heads. He didn’t notice the lights of the house go out as he walked towards the thirteenth stook, laid his head on its breast and fell asleep among the thorns. Adapted from a short story by Iain Crichton Smith National 5 Learning Intention: The following assignments are designed to assess your skills in Reading. You are expected to show that you can: Understand, analyse and evaluate detailed written texts, by: Identifying and explaining the purpose and audience as appropriate to genre Identifying and explaining the main ideas and supporting details
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