Given a sentence, an entity and its sentiment towards the entity, verify if it is the correct sentiment towards the entity. Answer should be yes or no. Note that URLs in the text have been replaced with [Link].

Example Input: Verify if the sentiment of the following document towards the entity Valerie Bauerlein is Neutral . Christmas trees  as magical as they might seem  are still an agricultural crop. "Trees grow about a foot a year  " Bauerlein  says. "So eight  10 years later  there's a shortage. There's more demand [now] because the economy's prospering. And there are fewer trees to meet that demand." The total acreage in production has dropped at least 30 percent since the early 2000s  she says.
Example Output: yes

Example Input: Verify if the sentiment of the following document towards the entity Travis Kalanick is Neutral . Uber cofounder  Travis Kalanick  appointed Xerox chairwoman Ursula Burns and former Merrill Lynch CEO John Thain to the company's board of directors on Friday  a surprise move that's almost certain to re-ignite the bitter internal fighting that has destabilized the ride-hailing giant for months.
Example Output: yes

Example Input: Verify if the sentiment of the following document towards the entity Mom is Negative . I didnât poison anyone on Saturday. I made six  maybe seven times the amount of food intended  but Iâm content with that being my biggest mistake. (I did use a pressure cooker for the first time and screamed every time it screamed  and I forgot to add the almonds to the biryani but  you know what  fuck nuts.) After my guests left my house  I sent a photo of my spread to  Mom   and  she  called me later that night. âThe color was right â  she  said  paying me the highest compliment  she  could give me from 1 500 miles away. âSo  I guess you can do it yourself.â More frequently than I think is normal  I imagine what weâre all going to do when my mom dies. My dad will be completely incapable of taking care of himself (he once asked me to put his jalapeÃ±o potato chips in the oven to âcrisp them up some moreâ). My brother and I only call each other now and then  because  Mom  begs us to  so who knows how far we can drift. Iâll lose  her  as a tether.  Mom  doesnât talk about death; itâs too macabre for our pleasant chats. But I canât help thinking about it  an anxiety that started to ramp up in my early twenties when I noticed how little I am capable of doing on my own. I still call  her  to consult on how to appropriately wash a lace bra  and  she  still buys me leggings if theyâre on sale  and  she  gets this rare herb shipped in from India that I have no idea where else to get outside of  her  pantry. These gaps in my knowledge are terrifying enough  but what about all the things I donât know that I donât know? Sheer chai  for example  is the most disgusting product  her  home country has ever produced â but will I one day wish I knew how to make it? When you emigrate  you end up the last person to touch a lot of your family history. Somewhere along the line  weâll forget my momâs maiden name. Weâll forget what her actual name was before she changed it when she moved. Weâll lose language and the way to make a candle from ghee and a cotton ball. I canât pull all of this information out of her  and I canât carry all of it after sheâs gone  and I panic when I think about how impossible it feels to one day not need her. But at least I can try to cook. My momâs own mother died in India  seemingly suddenly  from a combination of declining health and crummy care.  Mom  was with  her  when it happened  but near the end my grandmother was confused and didnât seem to register that  her  daughter had flown all that way just to see her off. When I imagine my momâs death  I picture her perched on her proverbial deathbed  lucid but weak  about to die. Sheâll raise one arthritic finger toward me  motioning for me to come closer to her. âYes  mother â I will say  and kneel down so her face is close to mine  glistening with tears. âCloser â she will say  and I will press forward  taking her hand. âWhat is it?â I will ask. And with one final rasp  the death rattle of a long life winding down  my mom will wheeze out her final words  releasing me from a lifetime of trying to keep her as close to me as possible: âIt was just salt.â â
Example Output:
no