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Sound of Thunder Scavenger hunt (Similes (arms with hands which might pick…
Sound of Thunder Scavenger hunt
Similes
arms with hands which might pick up and examine men like toys
Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand green coins
Each lower leg was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior.
It makes africa seem like Illinois
¨I'm shaking like a kid."
metaphors
The jungle was alive again
arms with hands which might pick up and examine men like toys
It was like standing by a wrecked locomotive or a steam shovel
It could reach up and grab the moon.
It covered one hundred yards in six seconds
foreshadowing
He hasn't seen us yet
Travis shift his rifle, click the safety catch, and raise the weapon.
There was a sound of thunder.
personification
folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest
It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god
sounds
The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs
lunged forward with a terrible scream
Within, you could hear the sighs and murmurs as the furthest chambers of it died
touches
and the smell of tar and an old salt sea, moist grasses, and flowers the color of blood
to twist them in half
A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully reverse itself
sights
A fount of blood spurted from its throat
A windstorm from the beast's mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood
The body hit, ten tons of cold flesh and stone
smell
A windstorm from the beast's mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood
eckles stood smelling the air
Stick your arms up to your elbows in his mouth
the theme from the story
the theme is that they are in a time period in which you can not mess up at all