THE MOUSE THAT COULD NOT SQUEAK
written by Tom Harpur (Author), Dawn Lee (Contrbutor)
Propose Extra Credit to teacher and ask if you can do an oral presentation with students asking you questions to allow you to become used to speaking in front of a crowd. This will teach you how to be an orator and a great speaker one day.
The assignment is to read the book, answer the questions with emotional feeling and thought.
By doing so you will develop stimulative comprehension, interpretative comprehension, and thought comprehension. This is a starter and teaching session.
Stimulative Comprehension - Consist of stimuli that encourages thought patterns to emerge that facilitate a child's ability to understand with more comprehension and continuous thought.
Interpretative Comprehension - Consist of taking a thought and becoming more analytical and interpretative of the intent whether clearly versed or hidden and obtaining the intent to keep on.
Thought Comprehension - is the last step in assimilation because it takes in account the stimuli and the reason (interpretative comprehension) and it will facilitate considerable change and expanded thought that allows more understanding and evolved thought patterns.
1. Generate Questions that incorporates using exploratory thought patterns and will allow more concise assimilation.
2. Answers become more broadened, detailed and generate more interactive ability and cognizant ability expands when continuing reading.
3. More ability to be analytical and upgradeable analysis and observational skill will naturally expand as student grows and matures.
4. Summary and conclusionary thought of subject provide assimilative procedures by using the supposedly common tools that are a base but is allowable to be expanded to ensure more accurate reading and entails allowing thought processes to increase.
QUESTIONS IN RELATION TO STORY.
1. WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY?
2. DO YOU THINK THAT RUSTY THE MOUSE IS EXCLUDED BECAUSE HE IS DIFFERENT?
3. DO YOU EVER FEEL THAT YOU ARE DIFFERENT LIKE RUSTY THE MOUSE?
4. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT HIM BEING EXCLUDED?
5. DO YOU FEEL RUSTY FELT REJECTED BY HIS FRIENDS?
6. WHY DO YOU THINK OLD BEADY EYES SAID SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH RUSTY TO HIS MOTHER?
7. WHAT DO YOU DO IF SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOUR CHILD?
8. DO YOU FOLLOW THE DOCTOR’S ORDERS FOR YOU CHILD IF HE GETS ILL SO HE OR SHE CAN GET BETTER?
9. DO YOU THINK RUSTY WAS EMBARRASED AND SAD?
10. DO YOU THINK RUSTY WAS EXCLUDED BECAUSE HIS PERSONAL PROBLEM WAS SPREAD AROUND WITH NO CARE FOR HIS FEELINGS?
11. HOW HURT DO YOU THINK RUSTY WAS?
12. DO YOU FEEL HE WAS LONELY?
13. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT RUSTY NOW?
14. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF IT WAS YOU?
15. DO YOU CARE IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE ABANDONED YOU?
16. WHAT IF YOUR FRIENDS LAUGHED AT YOU?
17. DO YOU STILL WANT THEM AS YOUR FRIENDS?
18. WHAT IF THE LAUGHTER WAS JUST HARMLESS JESTING CAN YOU LOOK PAST IT AND ANALYZE THE GOOD AND BAD OF WHY THEY LAUGH?
19. WHEN THEY (THE OTHER MICE WHO LAUGHED AT HIM) CAME BACK SCARED AND TERRIFIED…DO YOU THINK RUSTY WAS SECRETLY AMUSED? OR UNHAPPY AND UPSET FOR THEM?
20. WHEN THEY (THE OTHER MICE) WENT AGAIN FORAGING FOR FOOD TO FEED EVERYONE EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE SCARED. DO YOU FEEL LIKE RUSTY THAT THEY WERE HEROES?
21. WOULD YOU BE LIKE RUSTY AND WANT TO GO TO FEED OTHERS?
22. IF THE TRIPS WERE CONTINUOUSLY UNFRUITFUL…WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO EVERYONE IF THEY COULD GET NO FOOD?
23. SINCE RUSTY WENT BY HIMSELF … DO YOU THINK HE WAS THINKING THAT HE WAS GOING TO FAIL?
24. WHY DO YOU THINK HE WENT?
25. DO YOU THINK HE SUCCEEDED BECAUSE HE WAS SO QUIET?
26. HOW DO YOU THINK RUSTY FELT TO HAVE BROUGHT FOOD AND SAVE THE DAY?
27. WAS HE HUMBLE AND THANKFUL? OR FULL OF HIMSELF WITH CONCEIT?
28. WOULD YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BE HAPPY AND ACCEPTED?
29. WHAT IF EVERYBODY TREATED YOU THE SAME WAY?
30. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
31. WOULD YOU COME BACK TO WHERE YOU ARE KNOWN AND TRY TO
MAKE IT WHERE EVERYONE KNOWS YOU OR WOULD YOU STAY AND TRY
TO MAKE FRIENDS AND FIND PEOPLE WHO WOULD GIVE YOU A CHANCE?
By Felicia McCaw
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Willie Jackson
(Uncle of Mine)
Another southern born Alabamian he was always polite, correct and proper with the manners of a gentleman
Tall, slim, handsome , personable he was too intelligent but not acceptable in the place of school for he was a little too smart
Smiling happy when they left he had dreams of school but eye sight problems prevented him sad ruined his elation quick
Accepting a job in the plant in Saginaw he married had children and push them forward to educate them but the unknown became an enemy that settled the life and he retired and was loved before he became sick and after he passed
By
Felicia McCaw
Another southern born Alabamian he was always polite, correct and proper with the manners of a gentleman
Tall, slim, handsome , personable he was too intelligent but not acceptable in the place of school for he was a little too smart
Smiling happy when they left he had dreams of school but eye sight problems prevented him sad ruined his elation quick
Accepting a job in the plant in Saginaw he married had children and push them forward to educate them but the unknown became an enemy that settled the life and he retired and was loved before he became sick and after he passed
By
Felicia McCaw
Valencia Lushion McCaw
(Sister of Mine)
Small beautiful baby she came deep brown sugar with teeth of small even pearls
Good with chemistry she danced amongst the computations and said simple simple simple is the measure
Click click of the wrist she danced away the night in her platform heels
Petite of stature she stood four feet nine and tried hard to hold her ground
One day she found a love of her own named Rufus Thomas who she said made her heart bloom and press to the front of her chest
It was him who made her heart and soul sing I love always I love always and never another
Valencia passed but she is here for she left a configuration with a teacher that won her a scholarship that needs a catalyst to ensure capacity as she told old faithful Felicia one day
By
Felicia McCaw
Small beautiful baby she came deep brown sugar with teeth of small even pearls
Good with chemistry she danced amongst the computations and said simple simple simple is the measure
Click click of the wrist she danced away the night in her platform heels
Petite of stature she stood four feet nine and tried hard to hold her ground
One day she found a love of her own named Rufus Thomas who she said made her heart bloom and press to the front of her chest
It was him who made her heart and soul sing I love always I love always and never another
Valencia passed but she is here for she left a configuration with a teacher that won her a scholarship that needs a catalyst to ensure capacity as she told old faithful Felicia one day
By
Felicia McCaw
Robert Earl McCaw Jr.
(Brother of Mine)
Born under a lucky star was this brother of mine
A star was found on his pillow where his head lay quiet and sleep
He looked eagerly for each day knowing his luck was good
Although partially deaf he was able to learn as well as other children and speak with a hearing aid
He won a dance contest when he was sixteen years old and was well structured, muscular and always had a girl
I remember teaching him a step I saw on Soul Train and watched him incorporate slip the loop in his routine five
One day he came home burning fever high hot near unconscious and we rushed him fast to hospital to receive help and was told both kidneys had failed
No contest no fame but just struggle to live and a stronger person I have yet to see for he worked three jobs without complaint just sadness of his being mistreated unfair
Working working working he lived in Ann Arbor, Ypsilanti for testing every week to stay alive thrive
Receiving a kidney transplant he persevered for over 21 years strong working, being tested until it failed and he was a strong man mentally until the end because he decided no more for the pain was unremorseful and they had refused him disability and he could not work anymore sadden him hard full
Loving him forever he became epitome of strength, faith, perseverance, tenacity, love, honesty, pride and just a wonderful person to emulate if I could
By
Felicia McCaw
Born under a lucky star was this brother of mine
A star was found on his pillow where his head lay quiet and sleep
He looked eagerly for each day knowing his luck was good
Although partially deaf he was able to learn as well as other children and speak with a hearing aid
He won a dance contest when he was sixteen years old and was well structured, muscular and always had a girl
I remember teaching him a step I saw on Soul Train and watched him incorporate slip the loop in his routine five
One day he came home burning fever high hot near unconscious and we rushed him fast to hospital to receive help and was told both kidneys had failed
No contest no fame but just struggle to live and a stronger person I have yet to see for he worked three jobs without complaint just sadness of his being mistreated unfair
Working working working he lived in Ann Arbor, Ypsilanti for testing every week to stay alive thrive
Receiving a kidney transplant he persevered for over 21 years strong working, being tested until it failed and he was a strong man mentally until the end because he decided no more for the pain was unremorseful and they had refused him disability and he could not work anymore sadden him hard full
Loving him forever he became epitome of strength, faith, perseverance, tenacity, love, honesty, pride and just a wonderful person to emulate if I could
By
Felicia McCaw
Nute Scott
(Mentor and Teacher)
A man of many weathers and seasons was he.
Born in a time of difference and unique was his destiny.
Friend of the family and teacher, mentor, survival was his game for the skill to progress from the strange time of oppression to the amount of lessen.
Caution caution he told my mom and day for I have seen many horrors that I regress it back.
Lord Lord I creep I creep and pray it not be me.
Tall, dark, thin lean was he no job too dirty or hard he worked hard as the men with him.
Family man who gave his all devoted loving he stood alone sometimes for the trouble his men caused.
Elder of all he taught the trade of how to make a nickel out of air.
He met my mother crying of sad for all mean to her they were severe.
Teaching her and my dad how to invest they learned how to how to how to how until they being quest of their own.
Always a man of quiet he taught me the importance of silence, quiet and how to keep a stone quiet.
By
Felicia McCaw
A man of many weathers and seasons was he.
Born in a time of difference and unique was his destiny.
Friend of the family and teacher, mentor, survival was his game for the skill to progress from the strange time of oppression to the amount of lessen.
Caution caution he told my mom and day for I have seen many horrors that I regress it back.
Lord Lord I creep I creep and pray it not be me.
Tall, dark, thin lean was he no job too dirty or hard he worked hard as the men with him.
Family man who gave his all devoted loving he stood alone sometimes for the trouble his men caused.
Elder of all he taught the trade of how to make a nickel out of air.
He met my mother crying of sad for all mean to her they were severe.
Teaching her and my dad how to invest they learned how to how to how to how until they being quest of their own.
Always a man of quiet he taught me the importance of silence, quiet and how to keep a stone quiet.
By
Felicia McCaw
Mary A. Barnett
(Wife of Major W. Barnett and My Mother)
Born in the southern state of sweet sweet Alabama cream buttery molasses and cookies, pies of none better
Daughter of Lucille Miller, young and impressionable she lobby to her side questing to learn, help and wish to be schooled
Unfortunately, time and beauty of face and form became the turning point in her life and prevented her school and prevailed hasty departure and marriage young
Still young with children she came to Saginaw worked, raised her children and became a member of church and yet still she was afforded nothing but mean obvious and then hidden
Living each day she worked side by side with her husband and continued to watch reactions to her long red hair and she cried cried cried for they made hard the way
Prayer prayer became the iconic realm of reality that brought revelations of his true greatness for he saved her soul physical form as the might of God rained thunder upon her enemies for she was sweet and giving and trusting
Miracles Miracles of God changed the color of her hair for her modesty, safety and devotion to her children brought forth favor favor favor for she met one as she
Quiet, talkative a perfect blend resulted in a life of trouble times for her children were worried and attacked but now the time has become prevailing majesty to obtain the Goblet of life Prosperity and Health
Living each day she still pray for herself, husband, children and a life for them all sweet prosper
By
Felicia McCaw
Born in the southern state of sweet sweet Alabama cream buttery molasses and cookies, pies of none better
Daughter of Lucille Miller, young and impressionable she lobby to her side questing to learn, help and wish to be schooled
Unfortunately, time and beauty of face and form became the turning point in her life and prevented her school and prevailed hasty departure and marriage young
Still young with children she came to Saginaw worked, raised her children and became a member of church and yet still she was afforded nothing but mean obvious and then hidden
Living each day she worked side by side with her husband and continued to watch reactions to her long red hair and she cried cried cried for they made hard the way
Prayer prayer became the iconic realm of reality that brought revelations of his true greatness for he saved her soul physical form as the might of God rained thunder upon her enemies for she was sweet and giving and trusting
Miracles Miracles of God changed the color of her hair for her modesty, safety and devotion to her children brought forth favor favor favor for she met one as she
Quiet, talkative a perfect blend resulted in a life of trouble times for her children were worried and attacked but now the time has become prevailing majesty to obtain the Goblet of life Prosperity and Health
Living each day she still pray for herself, husband, children and a life for them all sweet prosper
By
Felicia McCaw
Major W. Barnett
Dearest Father and Dad
Quiet, laidback he held the helm as silent arias
Looking inner he sat and watched his children grow and his woman bloom
Working diligently he labored in a plant of steam hot poring iron of incredible temperature day in day out
Reading the paper page to page he relished the items of news with his friends and cronies
Fishing, hunting and training his dogs were his hobby to go
Cordial, respectful he was and ease of people skills was his way
A rower of boats I have never seen for he rowed rowed rowed over ten miles and brought us in when the motor failed us and left us stranded out
Awe lit my eyes as I watched us come closer closer and said again I want to be like my pop I want to be like my pop for he complained seldom and put up with our ways of cruel womanhood and got us back later and we had to say touché
Indeed my structure became not a disadvantage but a plus of awe for myself to prove myself worthy and wish to have sons sons to carry on the physicality and mental ability and be an asset
I still could not beat him running and never will I catch a rabbit in flight like him or do all the work that he and mom did or withstand the stress he carried in his life until he passed on
I will never forget him for I did not understand the hidden nuances that goes with raising young women, men and having an attractive curvy wife.
By
Felicia McCaw
Quiet, laidback he held the helm as silent arias
Looking inner he sat and watched his children grow and his woman bloom
Working diligently he labored in a plant of steam hot poring iron of incredible temperature day in day out
Reading the paper page to page he relished the items of news with his friends and cronies
Fishing, hunting and training his dogs were his hobby to go
Cordial, respectful he was and ease of people skills was his way
A rower of boats I have never seen for he rowed rowed rowed over ten miles and brought us in when the motor failed us and left us stranded out
Awe lit my eyes as I watched us come closer closer and said again I want to be like my pop I want to be like my pop for he complained seldom and put up with our ways of cruel womanhood and got us back later and we had to say touché
Indeed my structure became not a disadvantage but a plus of awe for myself to prove myself worthy and wish to have sons sons to carry on the physicality and mental ability and be an asset
I still could not beat him running and never will I catch a rabbit in flight like him or do all the work that he and mom did or withstand the stress he carried in his life until he passed on
I will never forget him for I did not understand the hidden nuances that goes with raising young women, men and having an attractive curvy wife.
By
Felicia McCaw
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