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Assinale a alternativa correta.
• Um sabor entre: Açaí puro, Açaí com Pitaia ou Açaí com Cupuaçu. • Um tamanho entre: pequeno, médio e grande. • Duas coberturas entre: Leite condessado, leite ninho, morango, banana, morango, granola e nutella. Sem possibilidade de repetir a cobertura.
Quantas possibilidades diferentes de Açaí podem ser montadas
Numeral é palavra que dá ideia de número ou de ordem numérica. Sendo assim, enumere a 2ª coluna de acordo com a 1ª.
(1) Cardinal
(2) Ordinal
(3) Multiplicativo
(4) Fracionário
( ) quando indica multiplicação.
( ) quando indica quantidade certa.
( ) quando indica divisão ou fração.
( ) quando indica ordem ou posição de um ser ocupado numa série.
Assinale a alternativa que apresenta a sequência correta.
Complete the sentences with one of the parenthesis options:
a)Some teenagers suffer from drugs _____. (addiction/ addition)
b)That is a ________beach. (particular/private)
c)The people had stopped _________ that the Earth was the center of the universe. (assuming/acquiring)
d)Women and children are ________their rights around the world. (reclaiming/ complaining)
The correct order is:
For the question use the poem below:
Eating Poetry
(Mark Strand)
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
For the question use the poem below:
Eating Poetry
(Mark Strand)
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
For the question use the poem below:
Eating Poetry
(Mark Strand)
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
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