How many prongs do tu see? I see two on the bottom—but on the top, three
Solution: Cover the parte superior, arriba of the trident and tu see two prongs. Cover the bottom and the trident now has three prongs. tu can draw this object, but tu can’t construct it. (impossible-object illusion)
THE ROYAL MESSENGER ARRIVING WITH A LETTER FOR THE KING
The red tape on the letter is longer than the blue. But is this really true? Remember, now tu are in OPT!
Solution: Angles are sometimes tricky! The red and blue tapes on the envelope are the same length. If tu remove the...
He was so small that his mother didn’t know he was there. The other piglets were always pushing and shoving, squealing greedily for food.
But the tiny pig was gentle, quiet, and never greedy. He always kept clean. While the other piglets rolled around in the mud, he would lie under his favorito! árbol wishing for wings to carry him into the sky. One día he heard a terrible squeal. A large sembrar, puerca had fallen in the road. The little pig crawled under the fence and ran to help her.
He had to push with all his might, but at last he got the sembrar, puerca up on her feet again.
The sembrar, puerca thanked the little pig and she...
Every fall, when the leaves start melting into pretty purples and reds and those bright golden shades of pumpkin, Mama says, “Coat time, Gabrielle!”
And they ride two trains to Grandpa’s tailor comprar in the city. On the Silver Express from Meadowlawn to Pennsylvania Station, Gabby sits close to the window, her nose pressed to the smudge-glass for nearly an hour.
At Penn Station they walk fast, through long, dark passageways and underground tunnels. On a distant speaker someone calls out, “Thirty-fourth Street! Thirty-fourth Street! Change here for the Downtown Express, Uptown Express and...
Boy: Tell me the story again, Grandfather. Tell me who I am. Grandfather: I have told tu many times, Boy. tu know the story por heart. Boy: But it sounds better when tu tell it, Grandfather. Grandfather: Then listen carefully. This may be the last telling. Boy: No, no, Grandfather. There will never be a last time. Promise me that. Promise me. Grandfather: I promise tu nothing, Boy. I amor you. That is better than a promise. Boy: And I amor you, Grandfather, but tell me the story again. Please.
Grandfather: Once there was a boy child… Boy: No, Grandfather. Start at the beginning. Start at the beginning....