Making Inferences 1

Every day after work Paul took off his muddy boots on the steps of the front porch. Alice would have a fit if the boots made it so far as the welcome mat. He then removed his dusty overalls and threw them into a plastic garbage bag. Alice left a new garbage bag tied to the porch railing for him every morning. On his way in the house, he left the garbage bag by the washing machine and took a shower as instructed. Paul would eat dinner with Alice after he was "presentable," as she often said.

Every day after work Paul took off his muddy boots on the steps of the front porch. Alice would have a fit if the boots made it so far as the welcome mat. He then removed his dusty overalls and threw them into a plastic garbage bag. Alice left a new garbage bag tied to the porch railing for him every morning. On his way in the house, he left the garbage bag by the washing machine and took a shower as instructed. Paul would eat dinner with Alice after he was "presentable," as she often said.

Every day after work Paul took off his muddy boots on the steps of the front porch. Alice would have a fit if the boots made it so far as the welcome mat. He then removed his dusty overalls and threw them into a plastic garbage bag. Alice left a new garbage bag tied to the porch railing for him every morning. On his way in the house, he left the garbage bag by the washing machine and took a shower as instructed. Paul would eat dinner with Alice after he was "presentable," as she often said.

Crack! Thunder struck and rain poured. Max stared blankly out the window, trying to contain his emotions that raged like the weather. He was beginning to lose it. Dropping the kite from his hand, Max broke out into full sob. His mother comforted him, "There, there, Max. We'll just find something else to do." She began to unpack the picnic basket that was on the counter and offered him a sandwich. Max snapped, "I don't wanna sand-mich!" A flash from the sky lit up the living room. Boom! Mom sighed.

Crack! Thunder struck and rain poured. Max stared blankly out the window, trying to contain his emotions that raged like the weather. He was beginning to lose it. Dropping the kite from his hand, Max broke out into full sob. His mother comforted him, "There, there, Max. We'll just find something else to do." She began to unpack the picnic basket that was on the counter and offered him a sandwich. Max snapped, "I don't wanna sand-mich!" A flash from the sky lit up the living room. Boom! Mom sighed.

"Tommy!" Mom called as she walked in the front door. "Tommy," she continued shouting. "I sure could use some help with these groceries." There was still no reply. Mom walked into the kitchen and put the grocery bags on the counter. Then she noticed shattered glass from the picture window. The shards were scattered across the living room floor and a baseball was not far from there. "I'm going to ground you forever, Tommy!" Mom yelled to herself. She now realized that Tommy's shoes were gone.

"Tommy!" Mom called as she walked in the front door. "Tommy," she continued shouting. "I sure could use some help with these groceries." There was still no reply. Mom walked into the kitchen and put the grocery bags on the counter. Then she noticed shattered glass from the picture window. The shards were scattered across the living room floor and a baseball was not far from there. "You're ground forever, Tommy! Your life is over!" Mom yelled to herself. She now realized that Tommy's shoes were gone.

Today was a special day in Ms. Smith's class. The kids were finishing their cardboard mailboxes. Johnny colored a cool flame on the side of his race car mailbox. Then he strutted over to Veronica's desk and put a small envelope into her princess castle mailbox. Veronica blushed and played with her hair. Johnny winked and smiled. Bartleby stood by and watched. He was red-faced and sweating. Then Bartleby frantically put small, white envelopes into everyone's mailbox. After giving one to Ms. Smith, Bartleby pulled out a large red envelope. Veronica's name was neatly written on it. Bartleby blushed. He tried to put it in Veronica's mailbox. It didn't fit. Bartleby struggled with it for a few seconds. Then he ran away with it. Veronica rolled her eyes and popped her gum.

Today was a special day in Ms. Smith's class. The kids were finishing their cardboard mailboxes. Johnny colored a cool flame on the side of his race car mailbox. Then he strutted over to Veronica's desk and put a small envelope into her princess castle mailbox. Veronica blushed and played with her hair. Johnny winked and smiled. Bartleby stood by and watched. He was red-faced and sweating. Then Bartleby frantically put small, white envelopes into everyone's mailbox. After giving one to Ms. Smith, Bartleby pulled out a large red envelope. Veronica's name was neatly written on it. Bartleby blushed. He tried to put it in Veronica's mailbox. It didn't fit. Bartleby struggled with it for a few seconds. Then he ran away with it. Veronica rolled her eyes and popped her gum.

Today was a special day in Ms. Smith's class. The kids were finishing their cardboard mailboxes. Johnny colored a cool flame on the side of his race car mailbox. Then he strutted over to Veronica's desk and put a small envelope into her princess castle mailbox. Veronica blushed and played with her hair. Johnny winked and smiled. Bartleby stood by and watched. He was red-faced and sweating. Then Bartleby frantically put small, white envelopes into everyone's mailbox. After giving one to Ms. Smith, Bartleby pulled out a large red envelope. Veronica's name was neatly written on it. Bartleby blushed. He tried to put it in Veronica's mailbox. It didn't fit. Bartleby struggled with it for a few seconds. Then he ran away with it. Veronica rolled her eyes and popped her gum.