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 Monthly Test
June 2022-2023

Subject: English Time: 1.5 Hours

O Level 1 Marks: 20

Q1. The following text comes from the notebook of newspaper reporter, Hassan Johnson. (10)
He has jotted down an account of his official visit to the City Zoo.

6 April 2016: City Zoo, East Town

First of all, I was given the official tour by Mr. Williams, the Zoo owner. He seemed rather nervous
and didn’t look me in the eye when I asked him questions. He took me to the zoo’s new enclosure for
a lion and lioness which had recently produced a baby—a great success and proof of the zoo’s
‘animal nurturing’, said Mr. Williams, and a welcome source of revenue as crowds had come to see
the lion cub. This money was to be used to build new enclosures for the giraffes, he said. After the
lion enclosure, my visit seemed to be at an end and when I asked to see more, Mr. Williams said
unfortunately that wasn’t possible today. In the afternoon I returned as a paying visitor and did the
visitors’ tour. I viewed animals reasonably well kept, although many were merely pacing up and
down their enclosures without enough to entertain them, like climbing frames or pools. The
penguins looked happy enough in their pool even though it was rather dirty and small. Using the
crowd as cover I slipped behind a fenced off section labelled ‘No admittance’ and here were animals
in pathetic conditions. Three giraffes had hardly any room—one was lying motionless and another
had rubbed its neck raw from constantly rubbing it against the wire. In another enclosure with no
vegetation a big brown bear sat moaning to itself. There was absolutely nothing in its enclosure
except a pail of water. The smell across this large expanse of neglected animal enclosures was
overpowering and foul. I have the photos on my mobile phone.

You are Hassan Johnson and after your visit to the City Zoo, you write a report for
your newspaper editor.
• Give your report a heading
• Give your name and the date
• Plan your report under appropriate headings
• You may add further relevant material if you wish
• Conclude your report with your recommendations for action.
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1 As a little girl I used to run, scarper and dash off, whenever I had the chance. I hated to be
held by the hand or expected to walk in an orderly fashion. I wanted nothing more than to be
on the move, with the street or the garden or the field reeling past. I was perhaps four or five
years old when I first got lost, which was my mother’s constant prediction every time I ran off
or struggled to be free. We once visited a ruined castle on an uninhabited island, a boat ride
away from the coast near our home. I had lagged behind, running up and down in zigzag
formations, until I found myself alone, fearsomely but thrillingly alone, on a track in the middle
of a remote island.
2 I wandered, awestruck by this sudden turn of events, convinced that my family would have
got the ferry back to the mainland without me and I would have to look after myself on this
wind-battered slice of land. The world was suddenly still; I could stand in the quiet of my own
skin. I could hear only the crunch of my sandals on the grit and the whirring of the wind in the
trees at the side of the path. Where would I sleep? Who would tell me when to go to bed? Left
to my own devices, what would I eat? Then some ladies found me and took me back to the
quay where my family had been frantically looking for me.
3 Later in childhood, I ran away from home. It was a move to which I had given a great deal
of consideration, especially as to what I would take with me – a sandwich and the cat.
The cause of my departure was a meal I didn’t want and a disagreement about clothing. I
remember rushing to the cupboard, unhooking my coat from its peg, shoving my hands with
some difficulty into its unyielding woolen sleeves and fastening the brown buttons, one by
decisive one. This is it; I was thinking; I am leaving.
4 I yanked open the door, with its frosted glass, through which I had first seen my younger
sister approaching up the front path, held in my mother’s arms – a small, misty, white bundle
topped with fiery red, which turned out to be a baby with auburn hair the closer to the house
they got. I stepped through that door, letting it slam with a satisfying thud, and I was off, down
the path, through the rickety white gate and along the pavement, my legs racing under me,
my shoes scuffed – always scuffed no matter how often they were polished – clattering past
the neighbours’ gardens and slumbering kerb-side cats.

Read the passage given above and answer all the questions given below. (10)
From paragraph 1
1 (a) What did the writer often do when she was a little girl?

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(b) What was the mother’s ‘constant prediction’?

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(c) The writer was ‘fearsomely but thrillingly alone’. Explain in your own words how she felt.
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From paragraph 2
2 The writer says: ‘I would have to look after myself’. Give the expression used later in the paragraph
which conveys the same idea.

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From paragraph 3
3 Why did the writer run away from home later in childhood?

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From paragraph 4
4 (a) What was the ‘small, misty, white bundle’?

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(b) Why do you think the writer describes the bundle as ‘misty’?

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(c) Why do you think the writer let the door ‘slam with a satisfying thud’?

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