How much wood whould a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

Which sentence best describes the biased way the author approaches this topic? boars = bacon. and gammon, chops, sausages and feel your salivary glands begin to tingle at the thought of your teeth sinking into that first tender mouthful, and you will be half way towards a sensible attitude towards these creatures. they’re pigs. porkers, hogs, swine, if you will. they dig up people’s gardens, occasionally attack their dogs, spread disease and generally cause a nuisance. in culinary terms, they’re no different to cows or sheep or any of the other feeble-minded, four-legged frolickers which, in various pasties, pies and other assorted pastry cases, end up on our steaming plates on a daily basis. low in fat but high in deliciousness, by eating a wild boar you aren’t depriving poor little peppa and george of a long-lost cousin, but rather reaffirming your god-given position at the top of the food chain. if a boar could eat you it would, thus i say we should return the favour with interest. so say no to the misty-eyed squealers and man up, tuck in and pig out!

Compare and contrast life in the capitol to life in district 12

Write your own version on it. you can take away the fairy tale ending and replace it with a more realistic one. kinda confused on this one can you all me with this ik it only 20 points but its all i got. the three little kittens three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry, oh, mother dear, we sadly fear our mittens we have lost. what! lost your mittens, you naughty kittens! then you shall have no pie. mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. no, you shall have no pie. the three little kittens they found their mittens, and they began to cry, oh, mother dear, see here, see here, our mittens we have found! put on your mittens, you silly kittens, and you shall have some pie. purr-r, purr-r, purr-r, oh, let us have some pie. the three little kittens put on their mittens, and soon ate up the pie; oh, mother dear, we much fear our mittens we have soiled. what! soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens! then they began to sigh, mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. then they began to sigh. the three little kittens they washed their mittens, and hung them out to dry; oh! mother dear, do you not hear, the mittens we have washed! what! washed your mittens, then you’re good kittens, but i smell a rat close by. mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. we smell a rat close by.