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One sunny day, a Queen honeybee leaves her hive. Other bees, called drones, follow her. The Queen mates with a drone. Now she can lay eggs.


The Queen flies back to the hive. Laying many eggs in her job. She puts one egg in each cell.


In three days the eggs hatch. Out come larvae. Worker bees feed the larvae.


After five o six days, workers cover the larvae cells. Inside the cell, the larvae grow into a pupa. In about ten days, a young bee comes out of the cells.


Hives have only one queen. Most other bees are workers. Some bees are drones. Workers are females. Drones are males.


Young worker bees stay inside the hive. They clean cells and make food. Drones do no work.


Workers make wax to build cells. Some cells are for eggs. Other cells are for food.


Sometimes the hive is too hot. The wax begins to melt. Worker bees beat their wings as fast they can. They make wind to cool the hive.


The door of the hive must be watched. Robber bees try to steal honey. Workers and robbers fight. Both bees die after stinging once.


Outside the hive, older worker bees look for flowers. Inside a fiore is Cibo for bees. Bees change some of the Cibo into honey.


After finding flowers, a bee flies home. Other workers smell her food. They want to find fiori too.


The bee tells where the fiori are da dancing. The others feel her move. Now they all know where to get food.


Sometimes a hive too many bees. The queen, some workers, and a few drones fly away. They look for a new hive. In the old hive, a new Queen is born.


Not all bees are the same. Bumblebees build nests. Stingless bees cannot sting, but they can bite hard. Carpenter bees make homes da digging into trees.
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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...
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“Good morning,” detto Wilbur.
“You’re late,” grumbled the director.
Wilbur had only ten minuti to get made up, go to Wardrobe, and finish learning his lines.

“Hold still,” detto Maxine, the makeup woman. “I have to make te look strong and smart. It isn’t easy, te 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,...
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WINTER MORNING
da Ogden Nash

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning albero 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
da 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 home to eat
We’ll have snow toes
On our frosted feet.
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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 mais 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. te take a deep breath....
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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!" detto Ms. Frizzle. She put us to work Scrivere reports about earth science.
“And for homework,” she said, “each person must find a rock and bring it to school."

But the successivo 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...
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Lolly, ragno and Sam had a picnic on the beach.
“I’m as full as a tick,” detto Lolly.
“Me too,” detto Sam.
“Hot Cani and limonata always hit the spot.”

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

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

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

LOLLY’S STORY

The ratto saw the cat and the dog.
“I see them,”...
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Hermit granchio 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 sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza from the pricklepine fish.
He stepped along the shore, da 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 granchio backed his hind legs beneath the rock. The rock would not budge. It was too heavy.
So he stepped along the shore, da the sea, in the sand...
scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch

...until he came to a rusty old...
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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....
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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 anno te detto I could have one when I was bigger. And I’m a lot bigger, see? So why not now?”

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

He detto tight times are when everything keeps going up.
I had a balloon that did that once.
Daddy detto tight times are...
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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 te 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,” detto Dr. Iris.

Arthur tried on all kinds of frames.
He chose the ones he liked best.
“You look very handsome in your...
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One Friday Miss Nelson told her class that she was going to have her tonsils out.
“I’ll be away successivo week,” she said. “And I expect te to behave.”
“Yess, Miss Nelson,” detto the kids in 207.

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

“Miss Swamp is the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world,” detto the big kid. “Nobody acts up when she’s around.”
“Oooh,” detto Miss Nelson’s...
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In a warm and sultry forest far, far away, there once lived a mother frutta bat and her new baby.
Oh, how Mother Bat loved her soft tiny baby. “I’ll name te Stellaluna,” she crooned.
Each night, Mother Bat would carry Stellaluna clutched to her breast as she flew out to cerca 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...
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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,” detto Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” detto Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, uva juice, Cioccolato milk.
Ice cream, arachide, arachidi butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t te 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...
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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 detto 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 basso 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...
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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 te 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 sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza to go out in Puffin.”
“But what if te don’t get back today?” asked Abbie. “Who will take care of the lights?”
Papa smiled. “You will, Abbie.”
“Oh, no, Papa!” detto Abbie. “I have never done it alone.”

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