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posted by hornean

Cows are grazing in an open window. They are dairy cows, the leche makers.

Other animales make milk, too. But dairy cows make most of the leche we use.

There are five common breeds of dairy cows. The Holstein-Friesian is the most popular because it can produce más leche than the other breeds.

A cow is able to make leche when she is two years old and has dado birth to a calf. Her leche is the comida for her baby. She makes más than her becerro will ever need—so we use the extra milk.

A few months after her becerro is born, a cow is bred again to have another calf. She will be pregnant for nine months. Two...

Gila Monsters Meet tu At The Airport

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I live at 165 East 95th Street, New York City, and I’m going to stay here forever.

My mother and father are moving. Out West.

They say I have to go, too.
They say I can’t stay here forever.

Out West nobody plays baseball because they’re too busy chasing buffaloes.

And there’s cactus everywhere tu look.
But if tu don’t look, tu have to stand up just as soon tu sit down.

Out West it takes fifteen minutos just to say hello.
Like this: H-O-W-W-W-D-Y, P-A-A-A-R-D-N-E-R.

Out West I’ll look silly all the time.
I’ll have to wear chaps and spurs and a bandana and a hat so big...

Alistair in Outer el espacio

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Alistair Grittle was a sensible boy.

Every día he made a lista of the things he had to do.
Then he made a lista of things he did not have to do.

He was always on time for school. The school clock was set por Alistair’s watch.

He hung up his chaqueta every night and put his shoes in plastic bags.

Alistair took especially good care of biblioteca books. He washed his hands before he read them so that he would not smudge the pages. And he always returned them to the biblioteca on time.

One day, when Alistair was returning his libros to the library, something unusual happened.

He was picked up por a el espacio ship and...

Digging Up dinosaurios

posted by hornean

Have tu ever seen dinosaur skeletons in a museum?
I have.
I visit them all the time.
I went again yesterday.

I saw APATOSAURUS.

I saw CORYTHOSAURUS.

I saw IGUANODON and TRICERATOPS.
I like to say their names.

SCOLOSAURUS was just where I had left it.
And TYRANNOSAURUS REX looked as fierce as ever.
TYRANNOSAURUS used to scare me.
I still can’t believe how big it is.
Just its head is almost twice my size.

I’m not afraid of dinosaurios anymore.
Sometimes I call them “you bag of bones” under my breath
I can spend hours looking at them.
I used to wonder where they came from and how they got into the museum....

Summer

posted by hornean

Run outside to play in the warm summer sun where the césped, hierba grows tall and sunflowers fill the fields.

Baby bears play just like you.
They grow fat and round on fresh summer césped, hierba and learn to catch their first pescado cena down por the riverbank.
Summer is time to learn and to grow.

Baby mountain oveja learn the safest path to summer meadows. ansarino, gosling wings grow stronger, their voices louder.

Up in the trees, the songs of spring suddenly soften. curruca, reinita mothers and curruca, reinita fathers, busy feeding their young, have little time to sing. Hummingbirds sip nectar for themselves and catch bugs for their tiny...

Sunken Treasure

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“It’s there! It’s really there!”
The rotting hull of a ship has been found on the ocean floor. Within the wreck lies a fabulous treasure.

The story of each underwater treasure hunt is different, but each goes back to the same beginning…the sinking of a ship. The story of the hunt for the Nuestra Señora de Atocha, a Spanish galleon, begins the same way.

THE ATOCHA
The Sinking

It is 1622. The Atocha with its fleet of sister ships, makes its way back from South America to Spain. The Atocha is a treasure ship, laden with gold, jewels, silver bars, and thousands of coins.
The fleet makes a...

The Bionic Bunny mostrar

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“Good morning,” dicho Wilbur.
“You’re late,” grumbled the director.
Wilbur had only ten minutos to get made up, go to Wardrobe, and finish learning his lines.

“Hold still,” dicho Maxine, the makeup woman. “I have to make tu look strong and smart. It isn’t easy, tu know!” she joked.
With practiced skill, the Wardrobe Department transformed Wilbur into the Bionic Bunny.
First they snapped on his costume with the built-in muscles.
They tied his bionic sneakers, which made him taller.
They strapped on his bionic wristwatcher, which supposedly let him see anything anywhere.
Finally,...

Snowy Day: Stories and Poems

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WINTER MORNING
por Ogden Nash

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning árbol stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over the lakes.
Smooth and clean and frost white
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.

Snow is snowy when it’s snowing
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

SNOW
por Karla Kuskin

We’ll play in the snow
And stray in the snow
And stay in the snow
In a snow-white park.
We’ll clown in the snow
And frown in the snow
Fall down in the snow
Till it’s after dark.
We’ll cook snow pies
In a big snow pan.
We’ll make snow eyes
In a round snow man.
We’ll sing snow songs
And chant snow chants
And roll in the snow
In our fat snow pants.
And when it’s time to go inicial to eat
We’ll have snow toes
On our frosted feet.

Sports Pages

posted by hornean

WATCH ME ON THE WING

Sweeper: the deeper I can play
the faster I can lay
out my traps for their fullback
moving too close to mid field.
I shine along the sidelines
from mid field
back to our goal.

I am the quickest,
sharpest,
most intelligent,
(and
most modest,) player on
my
team:
in this league.

I have the
superspeed:
I have the need to do a little
more
than play only one position. I
defend. I score. I run lik
wind
across the maíz fields of
this
town.
I am a brown tornado on a
muddy
day.
The opposition knows
I come to play with
all I bring. They
watch:

watch me on the wing.

SWEET

You are at the line. tu take a deep breath....

The Magic School Bus Inside the Earth

posted by hornean

In Ms. Frizzle’s class, we had been learning about animals’ homes for almost a month. We were pretty tired of it.
So everyone was happy when Ms. Frizzle announced, “Today we start something new.”

"We are going to study about our earth!" dicho Ms. Frizzle. She put us to work escritura reports about earth science.
“And for homework,” she said, “each person must find a rock and bring it to school."

But the siguiente day, almost everyone had some excuse.

Only four people had done their homework. And Phil was the only one who had found a real rock.

“I guess we’ll have to go on a field trip and...

Three por The Sea

posted by hornean

Lolly, araña and Sam had a picnic on the beach.
“I’m as full as a tick,” dicho Lolly.
“Me too,” dicho Sam.
“Hot perros and limonada always hit the spot.”

“Now for a swim,” dicho Spider.
“Oh, no,” dicho Lolly.
“Not so soon after lunch.”
“Rats,” dicho Spider.

“How about a nap?” asked Sam.
“Oh, no,” dicho the others.
“Naps are no fun at all.”
“Very true,” dicho Sam.

“Want to hear a story?” asked Lolly.
“I brought along my reader.”
“A fine idea,” dicho her friends.
“Then let’s begin,” dicho Lolly.

LOLLY’S STORY

The rata saw the cat and the dog.
“I see them,”...

Is This A House For Hermit Crab?

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Hermit cangrejo was forever growing too big for the house on his back.

It was time to find a new house. He crawled up out of the water looking for something to hide in, where he would be seguro from the pricklepine fish.
He stepped along the shore, por the sea, in the sand...
scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch

...until he came to a rock.
Is this a house for Hermit Crab?
Turning himself around, Hermit cangrejo backed his hind legs beneath the rock. The rock would not budge. It was too heavy.
So he stepped along the shore, por the sea, in the sand...
scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch

...until he came to a rusty old...

Ludlow Laughs

posted by hornean

When Ludlow was born, everyone immediately noticed this shape:

It wasn’t a cute little dimple.
It wasn’t an adorable nose.

And as the rest of him grew and developed and changed
IT DIDN’T.
It only opened for food, an occasional Burp! and plenty of grumbling.

Ludlow worked in a complaint department.

At the end of the day, he felt grumpier than ever.
Night after night he came home, grumbling and growling, and went to bed,
But one night something happened.

Ludlow had a dream.
Not just any dream—THE FUNNIEST DREAM IN THE WORLD!!!
(Ludlow: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
He giggled. He guffawed....

Tight Times

posted by hornean

This morning I asked Mom, “Why can’t I have a dog?”
“Not now,” she said. “Not again.”
And not to bother her when she’s busy.

So I asked Daddy, “Why can’t I have a dog? Last año tu dicho I could have one when I was bigger. And I’m a lot bigger, see? So why not now?”

“Because of tight times,” dicho Daddy. He dicho I was too little to understand.
“I’m not too little,” I said.
Daddy dicho he’d give me a shoulder ride and tell me all about it at breakfast.

He dicho tight times are when everything keeps going up.
I had a balloon that did that once.
Daddy dicho tight times are...

Arthur's Eyes

posted by hornean

This is Arthur before he got glasses.
He looked fine, but he couldn’t see very well.
Sometimes he got headaches.

Arthur had to hold his book so close that his nose got in the way.
He couldn’t see the board.
Francine had to read Arthur the problems.
“Are tu blind?” she always asked.
Francine got every problem right.
Arthur didn’t.

No one wanted to play with Arthur.

Arthur’s father and mother took him to the optometrist.
Dr. Iris tested Arthur’s eyes.
“You need glasses,” dicho Dr. Iris.

Arthur tried on all kinds of frames.
He chose the ones he liked best.
“You look very handsome in your...

Miss Nelson is Back

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One Friday Miss Nelson told her class that she was going to have her tonsils out.
“I’ll be away siguiente week,” she said. “And I expect tu to behave.”
“Yess, Miss Nelson,” dicho the kids in 207.

But at recess it was another story.
“Wow!” dicho the kids. “While Miss Nelson is away, we can really act up!”
“Not so fast!” dicho a big kid from 309. “Haven’t tu heard of Viola Swamp?”
“Who?” dicho Miss Nelson’s kids.

“Miss Swamp is the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world,” dicho the big kid. “Nobody acts up when she’s around.”
“Oooh,” dicho Miss Nelson’s...

Stellaluna

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In a warm and sultry forest far, far away, there once lived a mother frutas bat and her new baby.
Oh, how Mother Bat loved her soft tiny baby. “I’ll name tu Stellaluna,” she crooned.
Each night, Mother Bat would carry Stellaluna clutched to her breast as she flew out to buscar for food.

One night, as Mother Bat followed the heavy scent of ripe fruit, an owl spied her. On silent wings the powerful bird swooped down upon the bats.
Dodging and shrieking, Mother Bat tried to escape, but the owl struck again and again, knocking Stellaluna into the air. Her baby wings were as limp and useless as...

Owen

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Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.

“Fuzzy goes where I go,” dicho Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” dicho Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, uva juice, chocolate milk.
Ice cream, maní, cacahuete butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t tu heard of the Blanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.

That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy...

Berlioz the oso, oso de

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Zum. Zum buzzz. Zum. Zum. Buzz. Berlioz had been practicing for weeks, and now just when the orchestra was going to play in the village square for a gala ball, a strange buzz was coming from his double bass.
“Why now?” Berlioz dicho to himself.

The musicians arrived with their instruments. As Berlioz watched them climb aboard the bandwagon, all he could think about was his double bass. What if his bajo buzzed during the ball? What if the dancers stopped dancing and laughed at him?
Zum, zum, buzz. Zum, zum, buzz, he imagined.

Berlioz picked up the reins and clucked to the mule. Off they went...

Keep the Lights Burning, Abbie

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Abbie looked out the lighthouse window. Waves washed up on the rocks below. Out at sea, a ship sailed safely by.

“Will tu sail to town today, Papa?” Abbie asked.
“Yes,” Captain Burgess answered. “Mama needs medicine. The lights need oil. We need food. The weather is good now. So it’s seguro to go out in Puffin.”
“But what if tu don’t get back today?” asked Abbie. “Who will take care of the lights?”
Papa smiled. “You will, Abbie.”
“Oh, no, Papa!” dicho Abbie. “I have never done it alone.”

“You have trimmed the wicks before,” dicho Papa. “You have cleaned the...