What role does nature play in huck finn

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In The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, the beauty and simplicity, the unpredictability and power of nature play a prominent role in the story. We see from the beginning that the river is where Huck feels calm and at peace. ... We can see and feel the beauty and power and we, like Twain, are awestruck.

Huck enjoys living in nature. He has never liked the strict social rule, and he disliked it when Miss Watson and Widow Douglas tried to civilize him. Although he is content living by himself near the river, he also misses people. The river offers freedom for both Huck and Jim. It is Huck's ticket away from his abusive father. For Jim, the Mississippi river is the way to freedom from slavery. Huck feels as though he is in prison with all the rules Miss Watson and society place on him, and Jim is a slave with no rights of his own. The river is a place where they are both able to experience freedom.

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short-response prompt  

read the following excerpt from “fish cheeks” by amy tannin which tan recounts a christmas eve dinner.  

i fell in love with the minister’s son the winter i turned fourteen. he was not chinese, but as white as mary in the manger. for christmas i prayed for this blond-haired boy, robert, and a slim new american nose.  

on christmas eve i saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. she was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. the kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: a slimy rock cod with bulging fish eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. a howl soaking dried fungus back to life. a plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.  

after everyone had gone, my mother said to me. “you want to be the same as american girls on the outside.” she handed me an early gift. it was a miniskirt in beige tweed. “but in side you must always be chinese. you must be proud you are different. your only shame is to have shame.”