Read the excerpt from Robert Frost's poem "Mending Wall."He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonderIf I could put a notion in his head:"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t itWhere there are cows? But here there are no cows.Before I built a wall I’d ask to knowWhat I was walling in or walling out,And to whom I was like to give offence.Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d ratherHe said it for himself. I see him thereBringing a stone grasped firmly by the topIn each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.He moves in darkness as it seems to me,Not of woods only and the shade of trees.He will not go behind his father’s saying,And he like having thought of it so wellHe says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."
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that the man is determined to protect himselfB
that the man knows how to build a wallC
that the man can pick up big rocksD
that the man is going to attack the speaker