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The Giant on My Lookout Rock

Read an original story told by a mountain pika who meets a hiker, and describe how the narrator's point of view shapes what readers are told.

Grade 5ELAInteractive · Printable

Aligned toRL.5.6

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Format: Interactive · Printable
Grade: Grade 5
Subject: ELA
Question types: Fill in the blank, Multiple choice, Matching, Circle the answer, Sorting, Short answer

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What students practice

Students describe how an animal narrator's point of view shapes the way events are told.
Students use clues in the text to tell what really happened apart from what the narrator believes.
Students explain how the story would change if another character told it.

How to use

Read the story aloud, then ask students what the narrator thinks is happening and what they think is really happening. Let them answer the questions on their own.

Curriculum

Common Core standard covered

RL.5.6

Describe how a narrator's or speaker's point of view influences the way events are described.

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The Giant on My Lookout Rock

A pika tells the story. Does he understand everything he sees?

Read the story

Read the story. Tumble, a pika, is the narrator. A pika is a small, round-eared animal that lives among rocks high in the mountains.

The Giant on My Lookout Rock

1My name is Tumble, and I am the keeper of the finest rockslide on the whole mountain. Every rock here is my rock. Every flower between the rocks is my flower. All summer long I dash out, snip grasses and blossoms with my teeth, and carry them back to the haypile tucked under my favorite boulder. When the snow comes, I will not sleep through the winter like the lazy marmots. I will eat my hay, one dry stem at a time.

2That is why I was so alarmed on the morning the giant came. It climbed up the trail on two long legs, puffing and huffing, with a lumpy shell strapped to its back. Then, and I could hardly believe it, the giant sat down on my lookout rock. My lookout rock! Right beside my haypile!

3I gave my sharpest warning call: Eeep! Every pika on the slope dove between the rocks. I stayed at the edge of a crack where I could keep an eye on the thief. After all, what else could a giant want up here, if not my hay?

4The giant pulled a black eye on a string out of its shell and held it up to its face. The eye pointed straight at me. Click. Click-click. I froze. Was it counting my hay? Was it measuring my rocks? I called again, louder: Eeep! Eeep!

5For a long time the giant did not move. It sat as still as a stone, which was a sneaky trick, because I am the one who is supposed to sit still like a stone. Then it unwrapped a flat thing that smelled of bread and cheese and ate the whole thing in four bites. It did not touch a single stem of my hay. Clearly, it was saving the hay for later.

6Then dark clouds rolled over the ridge, and the giant looked up at them and pulled a crinkly second skin over its fur. I gave my loudest, fiercest call of all. The giant made soft sounds: "Thank you, little one." Then it stood up and hurried down the trail without looking back.

7The rain came a moment later, cold and hard. I tucked myself deep beside my haypile and listened to it drum on the rocks. Nobody steals from Tumble. One brave call, and the giant ran for its life. The other pikas will be talking about it all winter.

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