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Individual Note Making and Rewriting

               Following is an imaginative recount. Read it and guess the meaning of the unfamiliar words
               from the context.
                                                    Cowboy’s Pride

























                       Today was a particularly hectic day. Thankfully, Rose was at home to assist me in
                   washing dishes, making quince jelly, and caring for our newest family member, the
                   boy. This was yet another ordinary day. Jean came in after we completed our chores
                   and began enjoying the dinner we had just prepared. Rose was tending to the child. A
                   heavy knock came at the entrance. I sat there waiting for Jean or Rose to pass. Jean
                   sprang from his seat, knife and fork both clutched in his hands. “Can’t a guy eat in
                   peace?”  he  exclaimed.  “I’ve  come  to  arrest  you  Mr.  Jean  Clarkson  for  horse
                   stealing,” a deep voice said when Jean opened the bell. I stood there watching Jean
                   finish his last bite of dinner. He then told me that he was about to be arrested. If there
                   was no subpoena, I informed him he didn’t have to go. I screamed at him, telling him
                   he  shouldn’t  have  let  him  in.  Jean  confidently  said,  “It’s  all  right,  Mum,”  in  an
                   attempt to quiet me down. [1]

                       The bread was taken out of the oven by me. Jean ate the rest of his food from his
                   bowl with a large slice of thick bread. Constable Fitzgerald was standing nearby. ‘I’ll
                   just go grab my jacket!” Jean said. I chased after Jean, shouting at him for letting
                   him in when he shouldn’t have. Rose’s screams could be heard. I dashed back to see
                   what had happened. Fitzgerald was bullying her, she explained. I charged into the
                   kitchen, grabbed the shovel, and smacked him in the face. Jean dashed back into the
                   room and tackled him to the ground.  Cathy was  right there when the door  swung
                   open. Cathy entered the room and took Fitzgerald’s rifle. Fitzgerald was shot in the
                   wrist  by  the  revolver.  “Touch  our  sister  again,  and  there  will  be  a  bullet  in  your
                   head,” both boys said as they stood there. My sons made me proud when they stood
                   up for their sister. [2]

                                           (336 words, adapted from https://www.gramedia.com/literasi/recount-text/)






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