◼︎ Chapter 12 / pages 212 - 222
— Questions —
When Meg rushes to Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Whatsit holds up a warning hand.
Why does she do this?
When Meg speaks with Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Whatsit’s voice is cold.
Why is this do you think?
Mr. Murry bows to Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Which and Mrs. Who.
What do they do in response?
At first, Meg says, “I can’t go! I can’t! You know I can’t!”
Why does Meg think this?
Later, Meg realizes she is the only one who can return to Camazotz to try to rescue Charles Wallace.
Why must she go back and not Mr. Murry or Calvin?
What is Meg’s response to Calvin’s kiss?
Meg apologizes to her father.
What does she apologize for?
How does Mrs. Whatsit say Mr. Murry treats tessering?
What does Mrs. Whatsit give Meg for her return trip to Camazotz?
— Vocabulary —
Google: word definition kids — then write the definition.
the arched openings
a quivering of light
Appalingly, Mrs. Whatsit’s voice was cold
Aunt Beast’s ministrations
Meg’s skin prickled into gooseflesh
I have to acknowledge it may be a fatal danger
a fatal danger
Mrs. Whatsit’s voice was stern
Mrs. Whatsit was poised between the columns
the privilege of accepting this danger
— A+ BONUS—
Read “Two Dogs” and/or “My Dog is Not the Smartest Dog Alive,” the poems below.
This poem is a sonnet, the kind of poem Mrs. Whatsit talks about.
Note three things you notice about this sonnet.
TWO DOGS
It is a fact: two dogs are much more fun.
They roll together in the house and play.
Sometimes a ball's involved and then they run.
It happens almost every single day.
So is it work, just like my mother said?
More walks, more mess, yes more trips to the vet.
A search for sitters -- or stay home instead.
While this is all true, I have no regret.
They cuddle close and lick my happy face
They fill the house with laughs and so much joy.
They make my home-time fun at such a pace
That they are better than a perfect toy.
I did not know that this would be so true.
That's why I recommend two dogs to you.
My Dog Is Not the Smartest Dog Alive
My dog is not the smartest dog alive.
He says that submarines know how to dance.
He seems to think that two plus two is five.
He’s sure Japan’s the capital of France.
My dog declares that tigers grow on trees.
He tells me that he’s twenty-nine feet tall.
He argues only antelopes eat cheese,
then adds that ants are good at basketball.
He swears the sun is made of candy bars.
It seems to me my dog is pretty dense.
He says he’s seen bananas play guitars.
He talks a lot but doesn’t make much sense.
Although I love my dog with all my heart,
I have to say, he isn’t very smart.