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Use the drop-down menus to indicate whether each excerpt gives direct or indirect characterization. | Mitchell came up from behind me and just whopped me on the head. For no reason. Just whopped me on the head! Course I jumped up mad. "What ya do that for?" I cried. | "Felt like it," he said. That's all; he felt like it. "Ya wanna do somethin’ ’bout it?" | Sure, I wanted to do something about it, all right, but I was no fool. Besides the fact I was a small-built boy, Mitchell was a year and some months older than me, a big boy too, stronger than most boys his age, and he could've broken me in two if he'd had the mind.