Making Inferences 5

Jenna's jaw dropped when she opened the door to her apartment. There were long rips in her couch, as though someone ran knives down the front of it. A lamp was shattered. Picture frames hung crooked, some had fallen. The door to the cat's travel cage was open. Also, the door to the birdcage was swinging back and forth and feathers were on the floor. Jenna remembered locking the cat in its travel cage before leaving for work. Oh no, Jenna thought. Someone broke into my apartment, trashed the place, and stole my cat! Then she heard meowing in her bedroom. Jenna ran to see the cat patting one of her favorite shoes with its claw. "That's it!" she yelled. "I'm done with this." Then she threw the cat back into its travel cage and tried to shut the door, but the lock wouldn't catch. Jenna huffed.

Jenna's jaw dropped when she opened the door to her apartment. There were long rips in her couch, as though someone ran knives down the front of it. A lamp was shattered. Picture frames hung crooked, some had fallen. The door to the cat's travel cage was open. Also, the door to the birdcage was swinging back and forth and feathers were on the floor. Jenna remembered locking the cat in its travel cage before leaving for work. Oh no, Jenna thought. Someone broke into my apartment, trashed the place, and stole my cat! Then she heard meowing in her bedroom. Jenna ran to see the cat patting one of her favorite shoes with its claw. "That's it!" she yelled. "I'm done with this." Then she threw the cat back into its travel cage and tried to shut the door, but the lock wouldn't catch. Jenna huffed.

Screech! Karen stomped on the gas pedal the moment the light turned green. She looked over her left shoulder and zigged past a semi truck. She looked over her right shoulder and then zagged past a motorbike. She glanced at the clock and darted into the parking lot. In one motion she grabbed her suitcase and ran through the lot. She bounded up the escalator and shot into the terminal, her heavy suitcase smacking as she ran. As soon as entered the terminal, she heard an announcement over the loudspeaker, "Final boarding call for flight 205 to JFK..." Karen looked at her ticket. Then she looked at the line to get through the security checkpoint. It wrapped around several turnstiles and slithered like a lethargic snake. Karen sighed and then slowly walked to the customer service desk.

Screech! Karen stomped on the gas pedal the moment the light turned green. She looked over her left shoulder and zigged past a semi truck. She looked over her right shoulder and then zagged past a motorbike. She glanced at the clock and darted into the parking lot. In one motion she grabbed her suitcase and ran through the lot. She bounded up the escalator and shot into the terminal, her heavy suitcase smacking as she ran. As soon as entered the terminal, she heard an announcement over the loudspeaker, "Final boarding call for flight 205 to JFK..." Karen looked at her ticket. Then she looked at the line to get through the security checkpoint. It wrapped around several turnstiles and slithered like a lethargic snake. Karen sighed and then slowly walked to the customer service desk.

Screech! Karen stomped on the gas pedal the moment the light turned green. She looked over her left shoulder and zigged past a semi truck. She looked over her right shoulder and then zagged past a motorbike. She glanced at the clock and darted into the parking lot. In one motion she grabbed her suitcase and ran through the lot. She bounded up the escalator and shot into the terminal, her heavy suitcase smacking as she ran. As soon as entered the terminal, she heard an announcement over the loudspeaker, "Final boarding call for flight 205 to JFK..." Karen looked at her ticket. Then she looked at the line to get through the security checkpoint. It wrapped around several turnstiles and slithered like a lethargic snake. Karen sighed and then slowly walked to the customer service desk.

Brenda reached for the box of tissue. She blew her nose with a thunderous force. Then she tried breathing through her nose again. It was still clogged. She stood up and got a head rush that almost knocked her back to the bed, but she regained her balance. As she tottered over to the phone on her dresser, all her muscles ached. She located the contact labeled, "Work," and pressed send. A couple of rings later, a familiar voice answered the phone, "Happy Fun Land, this is Deidra speaking. How can I help you have a happy fun day?" Brenda moaned, "Oh, Deidra, it's Brenda." Deidra responded with pep, "Hey, Brenda! I can't wait to see you this afternoon." Brenda moaned and replied, "Yeah, well, actually, I need to talk to the manager."

Brenda reached for the box of tissue. She blew her nose with a thunderous force. Then she tried breathing through her nose again. It was still clogged. She stood up and got a head rush that almost knocked her back to the bed, but she regained her balance. As she tottered over to the phone on her dresser, all her muscles ached. She located the contact labeled, "Work," and pressed send. A couple of rings later, a familiar voice answered the phone, "Happy Fun Land, this is Deidra speaking. How can I help you have a happy fun day?" Brenda moaned, "Oh, Deidra, it's Brenda." Deidra responded with pep, "Hey, Brenda! I can't wait to see you this afternoon." Brenda moaned and replied, "Yeah, well, actually, I need to talk to the manager."

"Shh..." Dale whispered to his friend Jim. Jim stopped talking mid-sentence and looked at Dale. Dale wore a florescent orange sweater with the hood up and camouflage vest over the sweater. Jim watched as Dale pointed his rifle at the horizon and squinted one eye. Jim eyes followed the barrel of the rifle. It pointed at a large 10 point buck. The buck trotted a stone's throw from the bushes behind which Jim and Dale hid.

"Shh..." Dale whispered to his friend Jim. Jim stopped talking mid-sentence and looked at Dale. Dale wore a florescent orange sweater with the hood up and camouflage vest over the sweater. Jim watched as Dale pointed his rifle at the horizon and squinted one eye. Jim eyes followed the barrel of the rifle. It pointed at a large 10 point buck. The buck trotted a stone's throw from the bushes behind which Jim and Dale hid.

"Shh..." Dale whispered to his friend Jim. Jim stopped talking mid-sentence and looked at Dale. Dale wore a florescent orange sweater with the hood up and camouflage vest over the sweater. Jim watched as Dale pointed his rifle at the horizon and squinted one eye. Jim eyes followed the barrel of the rifle. It pointed at a large 10 point buck. The buck trotted a stone's throw from the bushes behind which Jim and Dale hid.