One day, the farm creatures had not received any food. Mrs Trevor sat on the verandah, crying. They wondered what had happened. The village policeman, Constable Hopps, came and spoke to her and wrote things down in his book. The large dog, Henry, came running out and told the others, “Farmer Trevor is lost! He […]
Located at Hawara, about 90 km south of modern Cairo, the lost Labyrinth is believed to be an enormous collective tomb of the twelve kings who built it and a resting place for sacred crocodiles. The complex contains secret chambers, passages, shrines and tombs full of hieroglyphs sculpted in its endless stone walls, containing all
Florence was the new puppy at the farm. She had arrived in a large basket and gave herself airs. She had been trained at a very high-quality kennel and felt that she was superior to all the silly farm creatures. “If you have any problems,” she told everyone in her superior voice, “Come to me.”
Wednesday was market day in the village and Farmer Bales took the cart, loaded with vegetables for sale. That day when Oliver, the horse, was being hitched up, all the other creatures looked longingly at him. “I wish we all could come too,” said Gail, the red hen. But the Farmer Bales trotted off leaving
Poppy was Farmer Toller’s goat. Every day she chewed up the newspaper. Then she would tell the news to all the others in the barn. “How does she know the news?” asked Benjamin, the horse. “That’s because she’s eaten up the paper!” announced Holly, the cow. “Rubbish!” said Benjamin, “You can’t get the news by
“If I catch that rabbit in my vegetable patch,” announced Mrs Yale, the farmer’s wife, “I will make rabbit stew!” Mrs Rabbit heard it and was terrified. “Come here, Bean!” she called her naughtiest bunny. “Don’t get into her garden again!” Bean was a very disobedient bunny. That evening, he went back into the vegetable
Kryptos is located at the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) in Langley, Virginia. It is a sculpture by the American artist Jim Sanborn, the theme being ‘Intelligence gathering’. The sculpture comprises four large copper plates carrying four encrypted messages. The first three have been solved, while the fourth message remains as one of the most famous
The farm was in great excitement. A fair was coming to the meadow right next to the farm! The farm animals watched in delight as the swings and the stalls were put up. There were goodies and children’s rides and games. Farmer Trevor decided to offer rides on his horse, goat and donkey to children.
Crest, the rooster, was having an argument. “You can’t build your nest here!” said Crest. “And why not?” asked Marty, the grey owl. “It’s where the hens train the chicks.” “Why can’t I build a nest on this tree?” “You will attack the chicks! And you hoot all night!” “Hah! You crow so loudly! You
A lot of chicks had hatched out and there was great celebration in the hen house. The cuddly little balls of yellow feathers began to scurry around. Suddenly Crest, the rooster, crowed loudly, alerting the hens. They hurried to collect the chicks and looked around. A large eagle was hovering above the farm! Danger! A
Billy, the squirrel, had been collecting nuts to store for the winter. He ran all over the farm picking up acorns and stray nuts. “That squirrel is getting on my nerves!” grumbled Mattie, the goat, “Whenever I’m grazing, I find him scurrying around near me!” “He’s just collecting his stuff for the winter,” explained Penny,
Klerksdorp Spheres are small objects, often spherical to disc-shaped. They are from 3-billion-year-old pyrophyllite deposits mined by Wonderstone Ltd, near Ottosdal, South Africa. Some of these objects exhibit well-defined and parallel latitudinal grooves or ridges. Researchers and reporters say that could only have been manufactured by intelligent beings. The geologists who have studied these objects
There was uproar among the hens. Louis, the smallest of the chicks, was missing. “Soon it will be dark!” wept Flora, Louis’ mother, “My poor baby! I wonder where he is!” All the creatures had searched for Louis but he was nowhere to be found. “Do you think he went to the pond with the
“I am the fastest on the farm,” said Gordon, the horse, “There is no doubt about that!” All the creatures were fed up of Gordon and his boasting. “Why not have a race and prove it?” Suggested the gentle Matilda, the hen, sitting on the perch in the chicken-coop. So, a race was held next
Bowls was a very considerate donkey. Everyone on the farm loved him because he was so kind and helpful. He would willingly take all the little creatures for rides in his cart. “But it’s really not possible for Maria, the cow, or Tubby and Penny, the horses, to sit inside!” Bowls said politely. Gillian, the