Match the words to the sentences
bed, come, family, help, husband, move, night, plow, rats, said |
MRS BRISBY: Please! Take the children out of here!
CYNTHIA: Mommy, we can't leave Timmy!
MRS BRISBY: Go with Auntie Shrew. I've got to try to stop that thing!
AUNTIE SHREW: Wait! You're out of your mind! Brisby, come back! Brisby! Hang on! Stay put! Brisby! Come on. Come on.
MR FITZGIBBONS: Come on. Well of all the rotten luck...the fuel line's cut.
MRS BRISBY: He'll come back tomorrow...I wish Jonathan were here.
AUNTIE SHREW: Well, he's not. Stupid!
MRS BRISBY: What am I going to do?
AUNTIE SHREW: We'll think of something. Come on, let's get out of here. The Great Owl would know what to do about this. You must go see him.
MRS BRISBY: Oh I...I couldn't do that. Owls eat mice!
AUNTIE SHREW: Well my child, show a little courage! We're fighting for Timmy's life!
NICODEMUS: Jonathan, your wife, I fear, is in desperate trouble. A visit to the Great Owl may indeed be profitable. Go to the Owl then, Misses Brisby. Go there!
JEREMY: Nice evening huh? I told you you'd love flying.
MRS BRISBY: I don't know how I let you talk me into this!
JEREMY: Aw, don't thank me, Misses Briz. When we get to the Great Owl, he'll know just what to do about everything!
MRS BRISBY: Owls eat mice!
JEREMY: Ummmm...only after dark....That must be the Owl's tree over there. Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Well, the place looks deserted. I guess we'd better get out of here.
THE GREAT OWL:Step inside my house....Come inside, or go away.
MRS BRISBY: Timothy...remember Timothy.
THE GREAT OWL: Why have you (1)_______________?
MRS BRISBY: Please...for-forgive me for disturbing you...but my son's life is in great danger. The plow has come early this year...
THE GREAT OWL: Move your (2)_______________.
MRS BRISBY: Yes...I would move, but Timothy has pneumonia. He can't even get out of (3)_______________.
THE GREAT OWL: You must move to a place where it will be safe from the (4)_______________.
MRS BRISBY: Please...there must be another way.
THE GREAT OWL: There is no other way. I must bid you good evening, Misses, uh...?
MRS BRISBY: Misses Brisby.
THE GREAT OWL: Brisby? Misses Jonathan Brisby?
MRS BRISBY: Why yes! He was my (5)_______________! But how do you know about him?
THE GREAT OWL: That is not important. I will say this...his name is not unknown in these woods.
MRS BRISBY: Please...I'll do anything to save Timmy. Anything.
THE GREAT OWL: There is a way. Go to the rats.
MRS BRISBY: But I don't know any (6)_______________!
THE GREAT OWL: In the rosebush.
MRS BRISBY: Oh yes...near the farmhouse.
THE GREAT OWL: Go there. Ask for Nicodemus.
MRS BRISBY: Nicodemus? But how can they (7)_______________?
THE GREAT OWL: They must move your house to the lee of the stone.
MRS BRISBY: No rat could (8)_______________ my house! It's...
THE GREAT OWL: They have ways!
MRS BRISBY: I don't understand...but I will do as you say.
THE GREAT OWL: It is (9)_______________. I must go. Remember...the lee of the stone.
JEREMY: Wh-what did he say?
MRS BRISBY: He (10)_______________ to go to the rats.
JEREMY: Rats. What rats?
MRS BRISBY: The lee of the stone.....
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answers:
MRS BRISBY: Please! Take the children out of here!
CYNTHIA: Mommy, we can't leave Timmy!
MRS BRISBY: Go with Auntie Shrew. I've got to try to stop that thing!
AUNTIE SHREW: Wait! You're out of your mind! Brisby, come back! Brisby! Hang on! Stay put! Brisby! Come on. Come on.
MR FITZGIBBONS: Come on. Well of all the rotten luck...the fuel line's cut.
MRS BRISBY: He'll come back tomorrow...I wish Jonathan were here.
AUNTIE SHREW: Well, he's not. Stupid!
MRS BRISBY: What am I going to do?
AUNTIE SHREW: We'll think of something. Come on, let's get out of here. The Great Owl would know what to do about this. You must go see him.
MRS BRISBY: Oh I...I couldn't do that. Owls eat mice!
AUNTIE SHREW: Well my child, show a little courage! We're fighting for Timmy's life!
NICODEMUS: Jonathan, your wife, I fear, is in desperate trouble. A visit to the Great Owl may indeed be profitable. Go to the Owl then, Misses Brisby. Go there!
JEREMY: Nice evening huh? I told you you'd love flying.
MRS BRISBY: I don't know how I let you talk me into this!
JEREMY: Aw, don't thank me, Misses Briz. When we get to the Great Owl, he'll know just what to do about everything!
MRS BRISBY: Owls eat mice!
JEREMY: Ummmm...only after dark....That must be the Owl's tree over there. Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Well, the place looks deserted. I guess we'd better get out of here.
THE GREAT OWL:Step inside my house....Come inside, or go away.
MRS BRISBY: Timothy...remember Timothy.
THE GREAT OWL: Why have you (1)come?
MRS BRISBY: Please...for-forgive me for disturbing you...but my son's life is in great danger. The plow has come early this year...
THE GREAT OWL: Move your (2)house.
MRS BRISBY: Yes...I would move, but Timothy has pneumonia. He can't even get out of (3)bed.
THE GREAT OWL: You must move to a place where it will be safe from the (4)plow.
MRS BRISBY: Please...there must be another way.
THE GREAT OWL: There is no other way. I must bid you good evening, Misses, uh...?
MRS BRISBY: Misses Brisby.
THE GREAT OWL: Brisby? Misses Jonathan Brisby?
MRS BRISBY: Why yes! He was my (5)husband! But how do you know about him?
THE GREAT OWL: That is not important. I will say this...his name is not unknown in these woods.
MRS BRISBY: Please...I'll do anything to save Timmy. Anything.
THE GREAT OWL: There is a way. Go to the rats.
MRS BRISBY: But I don't know any (6)rats!
THE GREAT OWL: In the rosebush.
MRS BRISBY: Oh yes...near the farmhouse.
THE GREAT OWL: Go there. Ask for Nicodemus.
MRS BRISBY: Nicodemus? But how can they (7)help?
THE GREAT OWL: They must move your house to the lee of the stone.
MRS BRISBY: No rat could (8)move my house! It's...
THE GREAT OWL: They have ways!
MRS BRISBY: I don't understand...but I will do as you say.
THE GREAT OWL: It is (9)night. I must go. Remember...the lee of the stone.
JEREMY: Wh-what did he say?
MRS BRISBY: He (10)said to go to the rats.
JEREMY: Rats. What rats?
MRS BRISBY: The lee of the stone.....