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Exercise on Mr Nobody
SECTION A
Read the following stanza and then answer the questions below.
1. What do you think the following lines mean? “The finger marks upon the door / By none of us are made;”
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2. Why are the blinds never left undone?
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_________________________________________3. What do these lines “the boots /that lying round …” tell you about Mr, Nobody?
_________________________________________ _________________________________________4. Who do you think Mr. Nobody is?
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SECTION B
Read the following questions and choose the best answer for each.
1. Mr Nobody can be described as beingA agreeableB carelessC quietD dirty
2. Where is the poem set?A In a house.B Near a campsite.C At a place of work.D Outside the house.
3. Why does the kettle not boil in stanza 3?A Muddy feet B Damp woodC Soiled carpetsD Squeaky doors
4. The mischief in the house was done byA the mouseB Mr. NobodyC the people in the house
5. Which one of these words from the poem suggests carelessness?A quiet B oilingC mislaidD squeaking
6. The poem teaches us to beA careless C untruthful D accountableE Irresponsible
SECTION C
With reference to “Mr Nobody”, answer the following questions.
1. How is Mr Nobody like a mouse?
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2. What happened to the buttons on the shirts?
_________________________________________3. Why is it important to oil the doors of the house? _________________________________________
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4. What is causing the curtains to fade? _________________________________________
5. Who do you think is doing all the mischief in the house?
The finger marks upon the door By none of us are made;We never leave the blinds unclosed, To let the curtains fade;The ink we never spill; the boots That lying round you seeAre not our boots – they all belong To Mr. Nobody
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