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THE castillo GUARD WITH HIS TRIDENT



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 outline of the envelope, tu can see this. (geometrical-contrast illusion)


THE PRINCESS PICKING A SPECIAL BOUQUET



flores fair, flores bright.
Which flor center is larger—the black o the white?

Solution: The black and white centers are the same size. The white center appears smaller because larger circles surround it. The black center appears larger because smaller circles surround it. (geometrical-contrast illusion)


THE OPT SIGN POINTING THE WAY TO THE ZOO



por the sign the royal family will stop. Which line is longer, the bottom o top?

Solution: Both lines are the same length. When the arrows point outward, the line appears shorter. When the arrows point inward, the line appears longer. (geometrical-contrast illusion)


THE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR THE PRINCE



This gift, unwrapped, tells the Prince’s age.
This is what the dragon said,
“Six blocks become seven if tu stand on your head. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Solution: You don’t have to stand on your head! If tu turn the book around, tu should see seven blocks with white tops. The number of blocks tu see depends on whether tu view the boxes as having a white parte superior, arriba o a white bottom. (reversible-image illusion)
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Moingona, Iowa (July 6, 1881)

Fifteen-year-old Kate Shelley pulled the sheets from the line. A terrible storm was coming. Kate could feel it in the air. A cold wind rose as she carried the heavy basket back to the house. Black clouds rolled in. The sky grew dark.


Kate stood at the cocina window with her younger sisters and brother. They saw lightning flash. They heard thunder crack in the hills. Then the rain came.
As the rain poured down, they watched the water rising in Honey Creek. Soon it overflowed its banks and flooded part of the yard.
"I'm going to let the animales out of the barn," Kate...
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"How was your class trip to the farm?"

"Oh…boring…kind of dull…until the cow started crying."


"A cow…crying?"
"Yeah, tu see, a haystack fell on her."

"But a haystack doesn’t just fall over."


"It does if a farmer crashes into it with his tractor."
"Oh, come on, a farmer wouldn’t do that."
"He would if were too busy yelling at the pigs to get off our school bus."


"What were the pigs doing on the bus?"
"Eating our lunches."


"Why were they eating your lunches?"
"Because we threw their maíz at each other, and they didn't have anything else to eat."
"Well, that makes sense, but why were tu throwing...
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This is the great Kapiti Plain, all fresh and green from the African rains
A sea of césped, hierba for the ground birds to nest in, and patches of shade for wild creatures to rest in;
With acacia trees for giraffes to browse on, and césped, hierba for herdsmen to pasture their cows on.

But one año the rains were so very belated, that all of the big wild creatures migrated.
The Ki-pat helped to end that terrible drought, and this story tells how it all came about!

This is the cloud, all heavy with rain, that shadowed the ground on Kapiti Plain.

This is the grass, all brown and dead, that needed the rain from the cloud...
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One día last spring, Louis, a butcher, turned into a fish. Silvery scales. Big lips. A tail. A salmon.


Louis did not lead, before this, an unusual life. His grandfather was a butcher. His father was a butcher. So, Louis was a butcher. He had a small comprar on Flatbush. Steady customers. Good meat. He was always friendly, always helpful, a wonderful guy.


But Louis was not a happy man. He hated meat. From the time he was a little boy he was always surrounded por meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my favorito! grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.”...
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