It was 8:30 on Thursday night. Emily stared at the large empty poster board on her bed. Then she looked at the stack of books about Abraham Lincoln on her desk. Emily began to cry. Why do you think Emily starts to cry? How do you know?

Splatt! "Oh rats!" thought Katie as she stopped to clean up the mess. "I hope we have another one." She looked in the fridge and pulled out the carton. One left! Breakfast wasn't ruined after all. What did Katie clean up? How do you know?