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ENG2613 October November PORTFOLIO (COMPLETE ANSWERS) 2025 - DUE 6 October 2025; 100% TRUSTED Complete, trusted solutions and explanations. For assistance, Whats-App 0.6.7-1.7.1-1.7.3.9. Ensure your success with us.. October/November 2025 ENG 2613 Applied English Language for Foundation and Intermediate Phase – First Additional Language 50 Marks Duration: 12 hours FIRST EXAMINER: Dr Retha Knoetze SECOND EXAMINERS: Dr Lethabo Masha and Prof. Eileen Donaldson This paper consists of 13 pages including this cover page as well as a plagiarism declaration and AI use declaration form at the end of the document. Instructions: You are allowed to access your prescribed works and the study material. You are however not allowed to copy verbatim from your study material. You should write the answers in your own words and any sources consulted should be cited according to the Harvard referencing method. 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QUESTION 1: POETRY Read the poem below, and then answer the questions that follow. Mother Doesn't Want a Dog – by Judith Viorst Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they smell, And never sit when you say sit, Or even when you yell. And when you come home late at night And there is ice and snow, You have to go back out because The dumb dog has to go. Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they shed, And always let the strangers in And bark at friends instead, And do disgraceful things on rugs, And track mud on the floor, And flop upon your bed at night And snore their doggy snore. Mother doesn't want a dog. She's making a mistake. Because, more than a dog, I think She will not want this snake. 1.1) In the poem, the mother gives the child many reasons why she does not want a dog. List two reasons and explain why they might worry an adult more than a child. (3 marks) 1.2) Younger learners respond well to humorous poems. Pick three lines or images from this poem and discuss how they contribute to the humour of the poem. (6 marks) 1.3) In your study guide, we teach you how to take poetry “off the page” in the classroom. Provide three suggestions for how would you teach this poem “off the page”? (6 marks) Total for question 1: 15 marks ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 4 | P a g e QUESTION 2: DRAMA Read the excerpt from a play below, and answer the questions that follow: The Tug of War – by David Farmer HARE is asleep. He wakes up, stretches and yawns. HARE: What a lovely sunny day! Time to eat a juicy carrot from my garden. HARE: What, no carrots? HARE searches around his garden. HARE: What, no carrots? (Looking at the audience). All I can see are weeds. Disgusting. (Calls out) Wife, where are the carrots? HARE’s wife enters. HARE’S WIFE: There are no carrots left. You’ve eaten them all! HARE: But I’m hungry! HARE’S WIFE: Well then, you need to plant some more. You can start by digging up all those weeds! HARE’s wife exits. HARE: Dig up all the weeds? It’s far too hot for that. (Thinks) I’ve got a much better idea. HARE looks around and finds a long coil of rope. He puts it over his shoulder and walks off. HIPPO enters, wearing a bath cap and holding a sponge or scrubbing brush. HIPPO: Here it is. The water hole. Wet and muddy as usual. Nice! ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 5 | P a g e HIPPO holds her nose and jumps in the water hole. SOUND EFFECT: Water splash. HIPPO happily starts to scrub herself, humming a tune. HARE sneaks in. HARE: Boo! HIPPO: Oh, Hare, you gave me quite a fright. HARE: Sorry, Aunty Hippo. Would you play a game with me, please? HIPPO: Can’t you see that I’m busy right now? I’m having a bath! HARE: I wondered if you would have a tug of war with me? I’ve got the rope here. HIPPO: A tug of war? Don’t be so silly. I’ll soon beat you. Everyone knows a hippo is much stronger than a hare. 2.1) In no more than 15 lines, write a summary of your own ending to the play. Your summary should be in prose form, not in drama form, and your ending should provide a moral to the story. (8 marks) 2.2) In no more than 15 lines, explain how you would go about staging this play in your school’s hall. Focus especially how you would use: • backdrops and props (4 marks) • lighting and/or sound effects (1 mark), and • costumes (2 marks) (7 marks) Total for question 2: 15 marks QUESTION 3: PROSE Read the two short stories below, then answer the question that follows: Thandi and the Hair Whisperer – by Lindsay Katchika-Jere “Wow, Ma,” Aunt Pat exclaimed, “I’ve never seen hair that just won’t cooperate with any oils or chemicals!” Aunt Pat was the best hairstylist in the little town of Zomba. Her salon signs proudly claimed, ‘We can transform the trickiest hair into Cinderella’s,’ but there was an exception this time. ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 6 | P a g e Thandi sat quietly on the hard wooden stool listening secretly to their talk. As she looked into the mirror, her wide nose and full lips reflected back at her. When she touched her forehead, she realized that her hairline was missing, and it made her forehead seem even bigger. With a frown she whispered to herself, “Why can’t I have hair like everyone else?” Thandi’s mother let out a sigh and gently ran her hand through Thandi’s clusters of hair. “I understand; it has been difficult. We have tried everything, but her hair just won’t grow.” “Well, there’s only one solution…” the plump woman said, munching on some roasted maize non-stop. Aunt Pat grabbed a loud shaver and began cutting. Thandi couldn’t help but scream when it was over. She walked out of the hair salon with a shiny, bald head that looked like a smooth egg. She really disliked her new look, feeling disheartened as Aunt Pat tried to comfort her, saying, “It will grow back soon!” But sadly, Thandi’s hair never grew back, not even a single strand. Whenever she saw her older sisters’ beautiful long hair or her mother’s shiny black curls, she couldn’t help feeling jealous.” I wish I had hair like you, Mom.” She sobbed. Her mother replied, “One day you’ll understand that real beauty comes from the inside.” At school, Luntha would tease Thandi every day, mocking her by calling her “Miss Baldy.” With burning cheeks of embarrassment Thandi would hide under her desk during break time. Thandi trudged home, enveloped in misery, when a paper flew and struck her face. Pink glittery words read, “The Hair Whisperer, for all your hair problems.” Hope flickered in her eyes. The back of the paper held a map to the Hair Whisperer’s location. Thandi’s heart raced with anticipation as she followed the map to the hair whisperer’s dwelling deep within the woods. The trees whispered secrets, and the air was thick with the scent of nature. As she approached the tiny hut, she noticed the colourful strands of hair hanging from the branches, swaying in the breeze. Thandi’s eyes widened in awe. She knocked on the door, and it creaked open, revealing a sight that made her gasp. The hut was bursting with hair of all colours and types. There were long golden locks cascading down the walls, vibrant red curls floating in mid-air, and even some wild purple strands coiling around the furniture. It was a mesmerizing sight. And there, in the midst of this hair-filled haven, stood the hair whisperer herself—Gogo Kakawi. A short, old woman with a playful twinkle in her eyes. Her hands were ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 7 | P a g e adorned with intricate beaded bracelets, and upon her head, she wore a vibrant, multi-coloured chitenge, skillfully wrapped around her thick locks. As Thandi entered, she couldn’t help but notice the creatures flitting around the room. They were the Gologolos, strange rainbow animals with hair of their own, singing harmoniously and creating a magical atmosphere. Gogo Kakawi’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Thandi. “Ah, another soul seeking the secrets of hair,” she exclaimed, her voice melodious like a songbird. “I can sense your hair troubles, my dear. But fear not, for I have just the spell for you.” Thandi’s eyes widened with curiosity as Gogo Kakawi handed her a small bottle filled with a shimmering liquid. “Apply this spell to your hair, and speak the magic words I’ll teach you before you go to bed. The enchantment will work its wonders while you sleep.” Excitement and skepticism battled within Thandi’s mind as she thanked Gogo Kakawi and made her way home. That evening, after a hearty dinner, she followed the instructions diligently. She applied the spell to her hair, repeating the magic words: “Wavy-davy, hair so fly, grow long and high to touch the sky!” As the sun rose the following morning, Thandi jerked awake. Her heart raced as she reached up to touch her hair, and to her amazement, her hand met with long, big, and bold kinky hair. It shimmered like a polished chestnut in the morning light, framing her face with newfound confidence. Her classmates were amazed by her transformation. They marveled at her hair, reaching out their hands to touch it like they were petting a fluffy rabbit or a soft cloud. Thandi beamed with pride, feeling like a dazzling star. However, as the days went by, Thandi realized that having long, huge hair wasn’t all fun and games. Her hair became an entangled maze with pins, twigs, and dirt stuck in it. Braiding and combing the stubborn knots made her skin pinch and her eyes twitch. She would spend hours scratching her scalp from the itchy hair oils and butter. Thandi couldn’t bear it any longer. Frustrated, she made her way back to the hair whisperer’s hut, her shiny brown hair bouncing with each step. Gogo Kakawi greeted her with a knowing smile. “I see you’ve had your taste of long, bold hair,” Gogo Kakawi said, her voice carrying a hint of laughter. “Sometimes, what we think we desire isn’t always what we truly need.” Thandi sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I never thought it would be so difficult. I miss my old self. Can you make me bald again?” ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 8 | P a g e Gogo Kakawi nodded sympathetically and began preparing a new spell. “Remember, my dear, it’s not about the length or appearance of your hair. True beauty lies in being comfortable and happy with who you are. Let this be a lesson for you.” Thandi closed her eyes as Gogo Kakawi chanted the incantation, and when she opened them again, she found herself with a bare scalp. But this time, she felt a sense of relief and freedom, as if a weight had been lifted. And so, with her newfound wisdom, Thandi returned to school with a huge smile on her face. Luntha and the other children’s eyes widened, their mouths dropped open as they looked at Thandi with surprise. But instead of mocking her, they admired her bravery and self-acceptance. Luntha even exclaimed, “Thandi, you’re as bold as a lioness! I wish I had your confidence.” Thandi smiled, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. “Thank you, Luntha. True beauty comes from within, whether you have long hair or no hair at all.” And as for Gogo Kakawi, she continued to work her hair-whispering magic, spreading smiles and lessons through her tiny hut in the woods, where the Gologolos sang their colourful tunes, and hair of all types found solace. Maia – by Katlego Keabitsa The sound of barking fills my ears as I lay down on my blanket, placing my head on the ground just in front of my paws. I try to silence the noise and close my eyes until I hear a little human speaking. “Daddy! That one. I want that one.” The little human points at me as she speaks in both a hushed and loud tone. The man beside her whom I could only presume as her father chuckles at his daughter’s shy excitement and nods at Tom. My cage is unlocked and Tom walks in, rubs my head and proceeds to try and lift me. “Hey buddy…guess you’ll be lucky after all.” I whimper and lift my head up in appreciation. I like Tom a lot. Ever since I have been put in the cages with other dogs he always took care of me. He was nicer to me than all the other humans I have seen in the kennels. I always wondered why though. He lifts me up and walks in the room where we get our monthly check-ups with the two humans following us. “Sir I’m just going to do a little check up to ensure that he is healthy to be adopted. Feel free to take a seat.” Tom sets me on the vet examination table and gestures to show the humans the chairs to take their seats. “Thank you.” The man speaks ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 9 | P a g e holding his little human’s hand walking to the seats and sitting down. “What does this check-up entail?” “I need to do a physical examination first which includes the eyes, mouth and ears. This is to look for any signs of infection, discharge, redness or dental issues.” Tom replies as he acts out exactly what he just said. I wasn’t really jumpy because it was Tom doing the checks, he was particularly gentler than the others. It seemed there was nothing wrong so he moved on. “Next is the skin and coat. We look for any signs of parasites, infections or abnormalities like lumps. Fortunately, he has a nice and shiny coat as I thoroughly took care of him.” He finishes his statement with rubbing my cheeks. “His limbs and joints are healthy, there is no sign of pain and swelling. The dog doesn’t have mobility issues.” “He has perfect lungs and a strong heart with an ideal weight for the pup he is. He is good to go. All vaccinations, deworming and disease tests have already been run though. He is a healthy eight month Bernese mountain puppy. What would you like to call him?” The man looks at the little human beside him and lowers his head to the human. “What would you like to name him pumpkin?” The little human lowers her head. “I don’t know daddy maybe….uh Milo” her hushed high pitched baby like voice filling the room. The father smiles. “Why Milo pumpkin?” She looks up to face her father and looks at me. “He has some brown fur which kind of remind me of the Milo drink you make for me every morning before school.” Tom smiles at the cuteness just displayed over our eyes. Even I can admit that the little human was adorable. The father smiles and looks over to Tom and stands up. “Milo it is then.” Tom scribbles a few words on a card and hands it to them. He turns to face me and pets my head. “I love you buddy, you do good yeah? I’ll miss you.” With that he hands me over to the man who then hands me over to the little human. “Are you ready to go Maia?” “Yes daddy.” Maia…that is a pretty name for a little human. She holds me gently but protectively almost as if she’s afraid someone will take me away from her. We walk out the kennel building and I look over the little human’s shoulder to find Tom standing by the door with a goodbye look in his eyes. The man opens the back door of a navy car and Maia gets in. She puts me on her shoulders as she puts on what looks like a strap that travels from above her shoulder to next to her hip, inserting something metallic into a hole resulting in a click sound. She holds me in her arms again and I nuzzle in her shoulder knowing that I am safe. I trust Tom to put me in the hands of a good family. I have nothing to worry about. ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 10 | P a g e Four years have passed. The Thompsons have been treating me like a king. I have vague images of my childhood from when I was still a young one and my mother took care of my brothers and sisters. I do sometimes wonder where they are. Life back then was harsh. We were stray dogs until Tom rescued my family after my mother died as a group of dogs brutally attacked her. That is a memory I am unfortunately stuck with. I am getting old. Every day I am closer to my death but this family truly cares for me, especially Maia. She makes sure I go see Tom and have him do my check-ups every twice a month since I get sick easily. When Maia would come from school she would immediately play with me. Her glowing face always filled with joy when she was with me though I immensely loved how her eyes lit up whenever she came back from school or an outing with friends. “Do you want to know a secret Milo?” she whispered as she petted my head when I laid in her arms. I leaned into her touch as she said, “You are my most favourite thing in the whole wide world.” When I turned to look at her she had tears in her eyes. It would serve to make me a little sad how genuine she was so I started licking her face in attempt to make her laugh. It worked every single time. Her laughter filled the room until a string of coughs suddenly erupted from her chest. I stopped and her father immediately ran into the room and took her away. I brush away the memory as I look at lovely Maia sleeping. I am waiting for her to wake up but I can’t wake her up. I need to patiently wait for her so we can go on our second walk this week. Her face is paler than usual and she stopped leaving the house as much. Our walk three days ago was short so there I was, sitting with a leash in my mouth hoping she wakes up. Her eyes creaked open and after blinking for a while she lays her eyes on me. She looks so lifeless but her eyes are full of emotion. She extends her hand but to save her the trouble I approach her and she pets my head. “Milo…” her voice cracked. “I love you so much.” A tear streams onto the pillow. I could tell that something was very wrong. As old as I was, I was still looking forward to the walk so I put the leash near her hand and she smiled. The difference was that this smile was empty. I watched her body be soulless and I howled and whimpered hoping they would save her. To my horror she was gone. My little human was gone. I was reminded of the day my mother died. She’d had that look in her eyes. Maia’s father could not take me for my check-ups, riddled with grief. He’d lost his wife, Maia’s mom, about a year before they came to adopt me to the very same heart defects that took Maia from us. I lay on the floor as I felt my breathing lessen. I tried to hold on as long as I could because how could I leave him when he was like this? I was fading and he couldn’t notice and there was very little I could do to show him. So here I am, laying on the ground next to the reclining chair that Mr Thompson had sat in since the anniversary of Maia’s death. ENG2613 OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025 11 | P a g e I make my last little whimper and let my eyes close. “Hang on Maia, I am coming.” I let the thought run through my mind last time as I felt death carry me away. 3.) In an essay of NO MORE THAN 1000 WORDS (about 3 pages), evaluate the appropriateness of the two texts provided above for an Intermediate Phase FAL (first additional language) South African classroom. You should evaluate the appropriateness of each text for an Intermediate Phase FAL South African classroom in relation to the following three aspects: • age appropriateness in terms of style and themes, • emotional and mental development, and • promoting inclusivity. You need to refer to you study guide in your answer. Your essay should contain: • an introduction, which outlines the main argument of your essay and provides a roadmap for how the rest of your essay will be structured; • a body, which evaluates the appropriateness of both texts in terms of the three aspects listed above; and • a conclusion, which sums up the main points of your argument. The essay will be marked as follows: • Content: 25 marks. Make sure to cover all three aspects of the question. • Language and Structure: 5 marks. Read your work out loud to yourself to eliminate grammatical errors and make sure that sentences are structured properly. Your essay should have an introduction; a body and a conclusion; paragraphs should be properly structured; and you need to include in-text references and a bibliography even if you only use the study guide. Do not use sub-headings in your essay.