<p>Name: ______Class: ______Date: ______</p><p>Setting – A City Street... Directions: Find and label the descriptive language in these paragraphs...</p><p>A. Late November. The centre of the city lies still as a tomb, grey in the cold </p><p> earth. Silent buildings are gravestones to the living cemetery beneath. A chill wind </p><p> blows the hair across my face. Dust and dirt swirl from the gutter and a tin can rattles</p><p> down the pavement, its half consumed contents dribbling stickily behind. A </p><p> cheeseburger carton limps unwillingly along before lodging beneath a bench. The </p><p> smell of stale onions lingers from an abandoned hot dog stand. And beside me, in </p><p> the wide shop door, a sign of life. A cardboard box shifts in the gloom and a dark </p><p> shape shuffles. A cupped grey hand extends, yet I move away ashamed.</p><p>In the distance, the cars on the bypass busily hum.</p><p>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ see back side for second setting description...</p><p>B. A busy New York City street in July. Why would anyone want to be there? </p><p>The taxis, buses, cars all competing to poison you with their noxious fumes; the </p><p> people jostling irritably for space, pushing and shoving each other as they fight their </p><p> way to the religion of consumerism. It’s like an endless battle. </p><p>This must be many people’s vision of hell. The oppressive heat with all the non-stop</p><p> traffic, the sun beating down relentlessly on your now moist head as you struggle from</p><p> shop to shop. You have no personal space in a place like this; all the normal laws Name: ______Class: ______Date: ______</p><p> about how you politely allow people to go first, or step out of the way for old ladies or </p><p> over burdened mothers with baby carriages go out of the window so much quicker </p><p> with the stifling heat. You can find yourself rubbing against the sweaty shoulders, </p><p> hands, and legs of people you have never met before or will again and you think </p><p> nothing of it. Who would know if something went missing from a pocket?</p>