Which snowflakes don't have arms0

Don't eat the mushroom its poisonous

*ill give best answer brainliest*read the excerpt below and answer the question. we did not know, as yet, which was the better side, right or left, which road led to prison and which to the crematoria. still, i was happy, i was near my father. our procession continued slowly to move forward. another inmate came over to us: “satisfied? ” “yes,” someone answered. “poor devils, you are heading for the crematorium.” he seemed to be telling the truth. not far from us, flames, huge flames, were rising from a ditch. something was being burned there. a truck drew close and unloaded its hold: small children. babies! yes, i did see this, with my own eyes . . children thrown into the flames. (is it any wonder that ever since then, sleep tends to elude me? ) so that was where we were going. a little farther on, there was another, larger pit for adults. what is the conflict portrayed in this excerpt from elie wiesel’s night? select all that apply. the external conflict between the nazis and the jews the external conflict between the nazis and the allies the external conflict between wiesel and the inmate the internal conflict between wiesel’s memory of the burning bodies and his desire for peaceful sleep

Read the excerpt from the land. in the late afternoon i did the same, but all the time i was on the stallion, i was aware that mitchell was watching me. he had appeared on the edge of the woods and had just stood there watching ghost wind and me as we went round and round the meadow. finally, on one of our turns past him, he said: "s'pose you thinkin' you a real somebody 'cause you can ride that stallion." i looked down at mitchell and stopped, knowing that despite our understanding, he was itching for a fight with me. now, i don't know what possessed me in that moment to say the next thing i did. maybe i was feeling guilty that because i was my daddy's son, i could ride ghost wind. maybe it was that, but it wasn't out of fear i said what i said. i no longer was afraid of mitchell. "you want to ride him? " i asked. mitchell took a step backward. it was obvious he hadn't expected me to say that. "you know i can't ride him," he said. "your white daddy'd kill me." "you want to ride him? " i asked again. mitchell looked at the stallion, then at me. "so, what if i do? " what intrinsic motivation does the author most likely intend the reader to infer from the passage? paul is motivated by his need to have mitchell praise his riding skills. mitchell is motivated by his need to have paul praise his riding skills. paul is motivated by jealousy and wishes he had free time like mitchell. mitchell is motivated by jealousy and wishes he could ride the horse.