Find the constant of proportionality for the table and write in the form y = kx.
Responses
A y = 1/10
xy = 1 10 x
B y = 90xy = 90x
C y = 10xy = 10x
D y = 9x
The constant of proportionality can be found by dividing any y-value by its corresponding x-value. Let's choose the first row as an example:
y/x = 1/10
This means that y is equal to 1/10 times x. So the constant of proportionality is 1/10.
Therefore, the answer is A: y = 1/10x.
Why is the classification species not considered a group?(1 point)
Responses
Each species is an individual organism.
Each species is an individual organism.
Each species shares characteristics with other species.
Each species shares characteristics with other species.
Each species is a separate type of organism.
Each species is a separate type of organism.
Each species lacks the characteristics of the levels above.
Each species is an individual organism.
Which taxonomic classification level is the most broad (i.e., the highest)?(1 point)
Responses
genus
genus
domain
domain
kingdom
kingdom
order
Domain is the most broad taxonomic classification level.
Charts, tables, drawings, and graphs are all types of(1 point)
Responses
diagrams.
diagrams.
classification systems.
classification systems.
evolutionary trees.
evolutionary trees.
models.
Diagrams.
What makes the kingdom Protista unique?(1 point)
Responses
Protists are single-celled.
Protists are single-celled.
Protists do not share a common ancestor.
Protists do not share a common ancestor.
Protists share a common ancestor with fungi only.
Protists share a common ancestor with fungi only.
Protists are not made of cells.
Protists are unique because they are not animals, plants, or fungi, and they do not share a common ancestor with these groups.
Which of these statements about DNA is true?
(1 point)
Responses
All animals have DNA.
All animals have DNA.
DNA is too similar to use for grouping organisms.
DNA is too similar to use for grouping organisms.
Proteins signal the cells to make DNA.
Proteins signal the cells to make DNA.
DNA is a protein.
All animals have DNA.
Which characteristic is common among vertebrates?(1 point)
Responses
make own food
make own food
supported by an exoskeleton
supported by an exoskeleton
eat with teeth
eat with teeth
breathe with lungs or gills
breathe with lungs or gills
Breathe with lungs or gills.
Which characteristic is common to a starfish and snail?(1 point)
Responses
both are echinoderms
both are echinoderms
both are the same size
both are the same size
both are invertebrates
both are invertebrates
both are mollusks
Both are invertebrates.
Which characteristic distinguishes animals from plants?(1 point)
Responses
Plants are made of cells.
Plants are made of cells.
Animals consume other organisms.
Animals consume other organisms.
Animals reproduce.
Animals reproduce.
Plants evolve through natural selection
Animals consume other organisms.
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Hunaruan ran up the stairs onto the battlements. Below was death and chaos. The Redheads began to ascend the stairs, but Hunaruan stood there, blocking their passage. He ran back up the stairs, and then the archers fired, knocking the Redheads down.
"Fire the catapults!" Hunaruan cried. "Fire at the stairs! Block the Redheads!"
The catapults fired in three different directions, knocking stairs down and blocking the Redheads from passing.
Pumperin ran to the stairs and tried to climb them but they had collapsed.
"Hunaruan" he cried "Hunaruan"
He ran forward his yellow hair flying in the wind and with a great cry he brought down a redhead and then another arrows flew in all directions the sound of singing nows was heard in his ears and one redhead hit Pumperin in the back with his red feathered arrow and he fell with a groan. The red heads were making way to the three catapults screaming and yelling the catapults fired crushing redheads and blowing dust redheads screamed as their hair burnt and fire consumed them. Hunaruan ran up one of the last remaining stairways to the great battlements where the catapults were firing their huge rocks crushing redheads and burning buildings. The city was unmercifully being burnt by fire and being crushed by rocks.
"We must put the fire out before we are burnt" Jonren
"Yes" cried Hunaruan "but how"
"Build water carriers" cried Jonren "and fire them down there"
"Yes" cried Hunaruan "build water carriers"
Then he looked around
"Pumperin" he cried "where's Pumperin"
"I no not" cried a soldier
"Now we can only hope he'll survive" cried Jonren over the sounds of battle.
The soldiers and Jonren had built wooden water carriers which they filled with water.
"this is very foolish" cried Hunaruan "waste our water on our enemies"
"No" said Jonren" we use our enemies water"
"How" asked Hunaruan
"I go" replied Jonren " I go and get it
"No" cried Hunaruan "they'll kill you"
"No they won't" said Jonren pulling a red wig out of his bag.
"Well go then" said Hunaruan "soldiers take the water out of those carriers"
Jonren motioned to his two friends who followed him and they disappeared in the darkness
Hunaruan ran up the stairs onto the battlements. Below was death and chaos. The Redheads began to ascend the stairs, but Hunaruan stood there, blocking their passage. He ran back up the stairs, and then the archers fired, knocking the Redheads down.
"Fire the catapults!" Hunaruan cried. "Fire at the stairs! Block the Redheads!"
The catapults fired in three different directions, knocking stairs down and blocking the Redheads from passing.
Pumperin ran to the stairs and tried to climb them, but they had collapsed.
"Hunaruan!" he cried. "Hunaruan!"
He ran forward, his yellow hair flying in the wind, and with a great cry, he brought down a Redhead, and then another. Arrows flew in all directions. The sound of singing now was heard in his ears, and one Redhead hit Pumperin in the back with his red feathered arrow, and he fell with a groan. The Redheads were making their way to the three catapults, screaming and yelling. The catapults fired, crushing Redheads and blowing dust. Redheads screamed as their hair burnt, and fire consumed them. Hunaruan ran up one of the last remaining stairways to the great battlements, where the catapults were firing their huge rocks, crushing Redheads and burning buildings. The city was mercilessly being burnt by fire and being crushed by rocks.
"We must put the fire out before we are burnt," Jonren said.
"Yes!" cried Hunaruan. "But how?"
"Build water carriers," cried Jonren. "And fire them down there."
"Yes!" cried Hunaruan. "Build water carriers."
Then, he looked around.
"Pumperin!" he cried. "Where's Pumperin?"
"I do not," cried a soldier.
"Now we can only hope he'll survive," cried Jonren over the sounds of battle.
The soldiers and Jonren had built wooden water carriers, which they filled with water.
"This is very foolish," cried Hunaruan. "We are wasting our water on our enemies."
"No," said Jonren. "We are using our enemies' water."
"How?" asked Hunaruan.
"I'll go," replied Jonren. "I'll go and get it."
"No!" cried Hunaruan. "They'll kill you."
"No, they won't," said Jonren, pulling a red wig out of his bag.
"Well, go then," said Hunaruan. "Soldiers, take the water out of those carriers."
Jonren motioned to his two friends, who followed him, and they disappeared into the darkness.
Describe the situation
Hunaruan looked out across the fields, his face grave. He sighed in despair. "He may be mighty and great, but in the end he will suffer fate," he murmured to himself. His thoughts were interrupted as a messenger approached.
"Lord Hunaruan," he said, "the spies have returned. Redworn, King of the Redheads, brings at least 10,000 soldiers. This is too great for us, as our garrison only has 3,900."
"Were they caught?" asked Pumperin, who stood next to Hunaruan.
"Yes," answered the spy. "Two died, three survived, one of which is wounded. Now, the Redheads ride with all speed. The spies only made it through a shortcut."
The spy shrieked and fell back. "Look!" he cried. "Redworn and his troops are coming to bring us doom."
Hunaruan looked back and saw Redworn and his at least 10,000 troops. He ran down the old, ruined stairs and onto a lower battlement. He surveyed the ruins of the once-great city. All that remained untouched were the three great catapults.
"Perhaps these will bring us success," he thought. Then he cried aloud, "Sound the horn! Call for aid! Do not despair!"
The horn sounded loudly throughout the ruins of the city as the soldiers ran to their positions on the ruined walls. Some archers took their positions by the three catapults, and others prepared giant boulders to fire through the great catapults. The ruins were full of light as many torches were suddenly lit. Hunaruan gazed out at the setting sun with Pumperin by his side. He sighed and turned to Pumperin.
"If we are to die," he said, "let us die defending this once-great city." Then he ran down the steps and onto the front battlements, ready to face his enemy.
The Redheads had prepared large catapults and lines of archers that were ready. Redworn cried out, "Prepare! Ready to fire!" The archers faced the walls with their bows, but suddenly Nethstel shouted and the three great catapults fired with fire ablaze. The rocks fell, crushing many Redheads. Fire and dust flew through the air. The Redheads ran, and those who could not make it were crushed. Then the Redheads answered with flying rocks and singing bows. The already ruined walls fell apart where the heavy rocks of the Redheads landed. Archers fell from the walls and others were crushed.
"We must destroy their catapults before we are destroyed," cried Nethstel. "Aim for their catapults! Crush them!"
The great catapults fired. Fire hissed through the air and crushed some Redhead catapults. Wood and dust flew through the air, knocking down many Redheads. The Redheads countered with their heavy rocks, crushing many soldiers. The Redheads' rocks were covered in red paint.
"Look," said Pumperin. "They love red so much that they must paint their boulders red."
Nethstel cried again, "Fire the catapults!" The catapults fired, knocking down many Redheads. Hunaruan suddenly cried, "Where are the foot soldiers? The Redheads are ambushing us!" Suddenly, many Redheads fell upon the city, crying aloud. They struck the large gates but to no avail.
"Archers, fire!" cried Nethstel. "Bring the Redheads down!"
Arrows flew, knocking Redheads down. Redworn cried, "Fire the catapults!"
The Redheads suddenly fired their few remaining catapults. Fire flashed, and the great statue of Nubarana the first fell, crushing soldiers. The head rolled, pushing the gate open. It rolled over the Redheads, crushing them. The Redheads began to run, and the soldiers all ran to the gate, fighting the Redheads. But the strong Redheads easily beat down the Rowbins. Nethstel cried again, and the archers fired. Then Nethstel ran down the stairs. He drew his sword and slashed a Redhead down. Hunaruan ran over to the gate. He stood by the gate, slashing down the Redheads that neared him.
The Redheads cheered as Redworn, the Blood King, approached the gate with his heavy axe in hand and many Redheads cheering around him. Redworn swung his axe, knocking Hunaruan's sword out of his hand. He raised his axe to crush Hunaruan, but a blast of flames flew through the air, knocking Redworn down. He dropped his axe and fell. Pumperin ran forward at the king, but Redworn punched him down. Nethstel cried and charged Redworn, who was now up. He swung his axe, but Nethstel slid under it and pierced Redworn's thick leather hide. Redworn fell back, blood streaming from his leg. Nethstel turned to meet a large group of Redheads. He cut one down and knocked an axe out of another's hand, then he stabbed it straight through the gut. Suddenly, a Redhead from behind knocked Nethstel to the ground with his mace. The sound of iron was heard as the mace and helmet collided. Nethstel fell off the bridge and down ten feet into the dried moat. The Redheads had now broken into the city, and the walls were falling. Blood smeared the walls in spots, and soldiers blanketed the ground, both Redheads and Rowbins. The Redheads' catapults were successfully destroyed, but they no longer needed them, for they had now broken into the city.
Hunaruan ran up the stairs onto the battlements. Below was death and chaos. The Redheads began to ascend the stairs, but Hunaruan stood there, blocking their passage. He ran back up the stairs, and then the archers fired, knocking the Redheads down.
"Fire the catapults!" Hunaruan cried. "Fire at the stairs! Block the Redheads!"
The catapults fired in three different directions, knocking stairs down and blocking the Redheads from passing.
Pumperin ran to the stairs and tried to climb them, but they had collapsed.
"Hunaruan!" he cried. "Hunaruan!"
He ran forward, his yellow hair flying in the wind, and with a great cry, he brought down a Redhead, and then another. Arrows flew in all directions. The sound of singing now was heard in his ears, and one Redhead hit Pumperin in the back with his red feathered arrow, and he fell with a groan. The Redheads were making their way to the three catapults, screaming and yelling. The catapults fired, crushing Redheads and blowing dust. Redheads screamed as their hair burnt, and fire consumed them. Hunaruan ran up one of the last remaining stairways to the great battlements, where the catapults were firing their huge rocks, crushing Redheads and burning buildings. The city was mercilessly being burnt by fire and being crushed by rocks.
"We must put the fire out before we are burnt," Jonren said.
"Yes!" cried Hunaruan. "But how?"
"Build water carriers," cried Jonren. "And fire them down there."
"Yes!" cried Hunaruan. "Build water carriers."
Then, he looked around.
"Pumperin!" he cried. "Where's Pumperin?"
"I do not," cried a soldier.
"Now we can only hope he'll survive," cried Jonren over the sounds of battle.
The soldiers and Jonren had found wooden water carriers, which they filled with water.
"This is very foolish," cried Hunaruan. "We are wasting our water on our enemies."
"No," said Jonren. "We are using our enemies' water."
"How?" asked Hunaruan.
"I'll go," replied Jonren. "I'll go and get it."
"No!" cried Hunaruan. "They'll kill you."
"No, they won't," said Jonren, pulling a red wig out of his bag.
"Well, go then," said Hunaruan. "Soldiers, take the water out of those carriers."
Jonren motioned to his two friends, who followed him, and they disappeared into the darkness.
The situation described is a battle between Hunaruan, Pumperin, Nethstel, and their soldiers against Redworn, the Blood King, and his army of Redheads. The Rowbins are outnumbered by the Redheads, but they defend their city using three great catapults and archers. The Redheads attack using their own catapults, lines of archers, and foot soldiers, breaking through the city's walls and causing chaos and destruction. Hunaruan and his soldiers continue to fight, even as they face the possibility of defeat, and Jonren comes up with a plan to use water carriers filled with the Redheads' water to put out the fires started by the battle.
Summarize
Hunaruan looked out across the fields, his face grave. He sighed in despair. "He may be mighty and great, but in the end he will suffer fate," he murmured to himself. His thoughts were interrupted as a messenger approached.
"Lord Hunaruan," he said, "the spies have returned. Redworn, King of the Redheads, brings at least 10,000 soldiers. This is too great for us, as our garrison only has 3,900."
"Were they caught?" asked Pumperin, who stood next to Hunaruan.
"Yes," answered the spy. "Two died, three survived, one of which is wounded. Now, the Redheads ride with all speed. The spies only made it through a shortcut."
The spy shrieked and fell back. "Look!" he cried. "Redworn and his troops are coming to bring us doom."
Hunaruan looked back and saw Redworn and his at least 10,000 troops. He ran down the old, ruined stairs and onto a lower battlement. He surveyed the ruins of the once-great city. All that remained untouched were the three great catapults.
"Perhaps these will bring us success," he thought. Then he cried aloud, "Sound the horn! Call for aid! Do not despair!"
The horn sounded loudly throughout the ruins of the city as the soldiers ran to their positions on the ruined walls. Some archers took their positions by the three catapults, and others prepared giant boulders to fire through the great catapults. The ruins were full of light as many torches were suddenly lit. Hunaruan gazed out at the setting sun with Pumperin by his side. He sighed and turned to Pumperin.
"If we are to die," he said, "let us die defending this once-great city." Then he ran down the steps and onto the front battlements, ready to face his enemy.
The Redheads had prepared large catapults and lines of archers that were ready. Redworn cried out, "Prepare! Ready to fire!" The archers faced the walls with their bows, but suddenly Nethstel shouted and the three great catapults fired with fire ablaze. The rocks fell, crushing many Redheads. Fire and dust flew through the air. The Redheads ran, and those who could not make it were crushed. Then the Redheads answered with flying rocks and singing bows. The already ruined walls fell apart where the heavy rocks of the Redheads landed. Archers fell from the walls and others were crushed.
"We must destroy their catapults before we are destroyed," cried Nethstel. "Aim for their catapults! Crush them!"
The great catapults fired. Fire hissed through the air and crushed some Redhead catapults. Wood and dust flew through the air, knocking down many Redheads. The Redheads countered with their heavy rocks, crushing many soldiers. The Redheads' rocks were covered in red paint.
"Look," said Pumperin. "They love red so much that they must paint their boulders red."
Nethstel cried again, "Fire the catapults!" The catapults fired, knocking down many Redheads. Hunaruan suddenly cried, "Where are the foot soldiers? The Redheads are ambushing us!" Suddenly, many Redheads fell upon the city, crying aloud. They struck the large gates but to no avail.
"Archers, fire!" cried Nethstel. "Bring the Redheads down!"
Arrows flew, knocking Redheads down. Redworn cried, "Fire the catapults!"
The Redheads suddenly fired their few remaining catapults. Fire flashed, and the great statue of Nubarana the first fell, crushing soldiers. The head rolled, pushing the gate open. It rolled over the Redheads, crushing them. The Redheads began to run, and the soldiers all ran to the gate, fighting the Redheads. But the strong Redheads easily beat down the Rowbins. Nethstel cried again, and the archers fired. Then Nethstel ran down the stairs. He drew his sword and slashed a Redhead down. Hunaruan ran over to the gate. He stood by the gate, slashing down the Redheads that neared him.
The Redheads cheered as Redworn, the Blood King, approached the gate with his heavy axe in hand and many Redheads cheering around him. Redworn swung his axe, knocking Hunaruan's sword out of his hand. He raised his axe to crush Hunaruan, but a blast of flames flew through the air, knocking Redworn down. He dropped his axe and fell. Pumperin ran forward at the king, but Redworn punched him down. Nethstel cried and charged Redworn, who was now up. He swung his axe, but Nethstel slid under it and pierced Redworn's thick leather hide. Redworn fell back, blood streaming from his leg. Nethstel turned to meet a large group of Redheads. He cut one down and knocked an axe out of another's hand, then he stabbed it straight through the gut. Suddenly, a Redhead from behind knocked Nethstel to the ground with his mace. The sound of iron was heard as the mace and helmet collided. Nethstel fell off the bridge and down ten feet into the dried moat. The Redheads had now broken into the city, and the walls were falling. Blood smeared the walls in spots, and soldiers blanketed the ground, both Redheads and Rowbins. The Redheads' catapults were successfully destroyed, but they no longer needed them, for they had now broken into the city.
Hunaruan ran up the stairs onto the battlements. Below was death and chaos. The Redheads began to ascend the stairs, but Hunaruan stood there, blocking their passage. He ran back up the stairs, and then the archers fired, knocking the Redheads down.
"Fire the catapults!" Hunaruan cried. "Fire at the stairs! Block the Redheads!"
The catapults fired in three different directions, knocking stairs down and blocking the Redheads from passing.
Pumperin ran to the stairs and tried to climb them, but they had collapsed.
"Hunaruan!" he cried. "Hunaruan!"
He ran forward, his yellow hair flying in the wind, and with a great cry, he brought down a Redhead, and then another. Arrows flew in all directions. The sound of singing now was heard in his ears, and one Redhead hit Pumperin in the back with his red feathered arrow, and he fell with a groan. The Redheads were making their way to the three catapults, screaming and yelling. The catapults fired, crushing Redheads and blowing dust. Redheads screamed as their hair burnt, and fire consumed them. Hunaruan ran up one of the last remaining stairways to the great battlements, where the catapults were firing their huge rocks, crushing Redheads and burning buildings. The city was mercilessly being burnt by fire and being crushed by rocks.
"We must put the fire out before we are burnt," Jonren said.
"Yes!" cried Hunaruan. "But how?"
"Build water carriers," cried Jonren. "And fire them down there."
"Yes!" cried Hunaruan. "Build water carriers."
Then, he looked around.
"Pumperin!" he cried. "Where's Pumperin?"
"I do not," cried a soldier.
"Now we can only hope he'll survive," cried Jonren over the sounds of battle.
The soldiers and Jonren had found wooden water carriers, which they filled with water.
"This is very foolish," cried Hunaruan. "We are wasting our water on our enemies."
"No," said Jonren. "We are using our enemies' water."
"How?" asked Hunaruan.
"I'll go," replied Jonren. "I'll go and get it."
"No!" cried Hunaruan. "They'll kill you."
"No, they won't," said Jonren, pulling a red wig out of his bag.
"Well, go then," said Hunaruan. "Soldiers, take the water out of those carriers."
Jonren motioned to his two friends, who followed him, and they disappeared into the darkness.