Tuesday • February 14, 2012 — D1
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I am going to give my Valentine... I am going to give my Valentine a kiss. My Valentine is my dad. He is a postman. Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite holidays. I like it because of when we make cards and give them to people. I am going to make cards red with hearts. The hearts are going to be pink and red. I might give my dad a hug, too. Valentine’s Day is coming soon. Maybe I should start on my red Valentine’s Day card with pink and red hearts! I hope my dad likes his.
I am going to give my Valentine an anniversary present to my Dad and Mom. I will invite them to dinner. We will have a good time. Kiyasi Butts, 7 Shaull Elementary First grade I am going to give my Valentine a hug and go out for dinner. We will have such a good time together.
Jedda Lusk, 6 (WINNER) Red Mill Elementary School First grade
Madelyn Rego, 7 Shaull Elementary First grade
I am going to give my Valentine a little magic so that when the person gets it, they can have wishes. They will be so surprised when they get it. If it’s a girl I will have a girlfriend. If it’s a boy I will have a new friend. Trevor Henderson, 10 (WINNER) Fishing Creek Elementary Fourth grade I am going to give my Valentine a new dog bed and a busy bone, a new bag of treats and a coat! Logan, 6 (WINNER) Shaull Elementary First grade I am going to give my Valentine a nice present. My Valentine is a horse. Her name is Sky. I go on Friday to ride her and sometimes I ride Pumpkin. Nadia Safouan, 6 Elmwood Elementary First grade I am going to give my Valentine a box of chewy candy squares. I hope he will like them! If he does I will give him another box.
I am going to give my Valentine a big fat kiss right on the cheek. Just kidding. You’re so gullible. Madison Dicely, 9 Fishing Creek Elementary Fourth grade I am going to give my Valentine flowers. My Valentine is my mom because I like to give her hugs and I like to go downstairs and watch TV with her. I love my mom. Dylan Gutierrez, 8 Bellaire Elementary Second grade I am going to give my Valentine a nice bracelet with heart beads that are her favorite colors: pink, orange, red and purple. I’ll put a special charm on and it is a ballet slipper. She love ballet. My Valentine is my very nice friend. She does so many nice things for me. She loves me a lot. She helps me and plays with me. She makes me laugh and is happy all the time. Grace Spangler, 7 Red Mill Elementary First grade
Sydney, 6 Elmwood Elementary First grade I am going to give my Valentine a robot to smack him. Max will not like it. Max will probably send it back. Kert, 7 Elmwood Elementary First grade I am going to give my Valentine a very, very pretty heart because the spirit of Valentine’s Day is love. That is what Valentine’s Day is all about. I love Valentine’s Day. Aubrey M. Johns, 6 Elmwood Elementary First grade
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What Lies Beneath
Super Soil
Dig, digonsite.com, is an awesome place for those passionate about archaeology. Ask Dr. Dig to find out about cavemen, mummies, dinosaurs and more! Dig magazine also has amazing art, featuring subjects such as pharaohs and Egyptian funerals, illustrated by kids just like you. See what others have created and feel free to send in your own masterpiece. Before you surf on to other kidfriendly websites, visit Fantastic Factoids to learn about interesting mysteries and myths that will wow your friends and family.
The Bureau of Land Management's Soil Biological Communities for Kids, blm.gov/nstc/soil/Kids, invites you to look deep into dirt! Meet Wilbur, the Soil Wizard, and learn all about the frosting on the Earth's birthday cake. Follow Wilbur underground as he explores the wonders hidden beneath your feet. Click on the Food Web to see how all the elements come together to create a nurturing environment for plants and animals. Now, Adopt a Soil Critter such as Anthony the Ant or Ben the Badger, and receive a certificate confirming your new adoption.
What was the Viking alphabet called?
What percentage of carbon dioxide comes from soil microorganisms?
It's All There The Natural History Museum presents The Dino Directory, nhm.ac.uk/nature-online/life/dinosaurs-other-extinct-creatures/ dino-directory. This online gem is full of facts, images and features that celebrate the dapper dino. Do you know which dinosaur you want to look up? Search by name and have a meetand-greet with some famous faces, such as Tanius, Achillobator and Isisaurus. You can also browse through the timeline to see which dinosaurs roamed the Earth during a specific era. Bookmark this site for future school projects.
Which two dinosaurs lived in Algeria?
Dear Amy: How can I make my school projects and presentations more interesting? — Anna, Minneapolis, Minn. Dear Anna: With a little creativity, it's easy to turn an average report or project into something special. Instead of writing a report on a famous historical figure or literary character, you could create a blog written from the viewpoint of the person you are studying. Blogger, blogger.com, and WordPress, wordpress.com, are two popular free choices. Make your book report shine by building a wiki to organize information about the book. Be sure to add some pictures, too! Create your own wiki for free at wikidot.com. For more creative project ideas, visit ereading worksheets.com/e-reading-worksheets/schoolproject-ideas. If you are working on a presentation, consider adding some multimedia, such as video clips, a slideshow or music. If used appropriately, they can help your audience learn even more. For example, if you are presenting a report on Pablo Picasso, you could create a slideshow to feature his most important paintings and show how his style changed over time.
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The Willow Wife A Japanese folktale adapted by Amy Friedman illustrated by Jillian Gilliland
Once upon a time, a beautiful willow tree stood near the center of a village. Everyone who passed the tree marveled at its strength and beauty. In spring and summertime, when those branches waved in the wind, people admired the willow’s elegance and grace. In wintertime, when the willow’s branches were covered with snow, it protected people, like a huge umbrella. A young man named Hiroshi lived with his family, and from his bedroom window he could see the tree. Each morning when Hiroshi woke, he looked out his window and sighed with pleasure at the sight of the tree waving in the wind, proud and sturdy in the rain, exquisite in the sunshine. When Hiroshi walked to school, he passed the tree. He often stopped to admire it, taking in its beauty and its scent. One day the village elders decided it was time to build a bridge over the river. Soon the workmen began to chop down trees for timber for that bridge. When Hiroshi, now a young man, heard the sound of those axes, his heart skipped a beat; he feared his beloved willow might fall. He visited the elders to beg for mercy for the tree. “I love the willow,” he said. “I will give you money -- anything it takes to save this tree from the builders’ axes.” Impressed by Hiroshi’s devotion, the elders granted his wish, and the willow tree was saved. After this, Hiroshi was more grateful than ever for the willow tree. He began to visit it every morning and every night. Many days he stood beneath its branches and said prayers of thanks for all the gifts of this world -- for his family, for the birds and beasts, and most especially for this tree, which gave him such joy. Some days he whispered his troubles to the willow tree. When he had finished, he felt healed. He was so certain that the willow understood. His devotion grew deeper as he grew older. As Hiroshi approached the tree one evening, he saw a beautiful woman standing in the place where he usually said his prayers. He walked up to her and bowed. “Dear lady,” he said, “are you waiting for someone?”? “He will not come,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. “What kind of man is this who does not meet such a fair woman?” Hiroshi replied. “It is a terrible thing when love is not returned.” “He loves me,” the woman said. “But he does not come to you,” he said. “Why is that?” She smiled warmly. “His heart has always been here, under the willow tree,” and then she disappeared. But the next night she was there again, and once again they talked. They spoke of the loveliness of this spot, of the peaceful night, the watchful stars. The next night they met again. The young woman told Hiroshi that her name was Kaori, but when he began to ask her more questions, she waved her hand. “Ask me nothing more about my family,” she said. “You know all that you must know.” Hiroshi thought that she was shy, and he did not press her. The next night they met again. Soon they were deeply in love, so one night Hiroshi asked her to marry him. “I will,” Kaori said, “but promise you will never ask me about my past.” “I promise,” Hiroshi said, for he did not care about that. He knew this was a woman he loved as dearly as he loved the willow tree. Soon they married, and the next year they had a son they named Daiki. They were the happiest family in Japan. Everyone said so. They were always smiling and laughing, so pleased were they by the gift of their love for each other. The years passed, and the willow tree near their home became a place the couple often wandered to say their prayers of thanks. One day they were in the village when they heard the story of the emperor who wished to build a temple to Kwannon, the goddess of mercy. “He needs timber from every village,” the people said. “He asks for our most sacred trees.” Hiroshi’s heart contracted when he heard these words. “We must not cut down our willow,” he said, but no matter how long and hard he argued, the elders of the village disagreed. “We have no tree as large and beautiful as the willow,” they said. “It will be our most sacred gift for the most sacred of all temples.” A few days later, Hiroshi was in bed when he woke to the sound of axes, and he knew they were chopping down his beloved tree. Beside him, Kaori shuddered. “My love,” she whispered into her husband’s ear, “my hair is falling from my body.” “What do you mean?” Hiroshi asked, and he put his arms around her. He felt her trembling. “My limbs are shattering!” she cried. Tears began to run down her face.? “No, my dear, you are only dreaming,” he said, and he held her closer. Suddenly there was a loud crash outside. In that instant, his wife disappeared. He lay in bed holding only a long, slender branch of golden willow leaves. Kaori’s sweet scent and tender body were gone. “Where are you, Kaori?” he cried, but now, too late, he understood that the woman he had always loved was the spirit of the willow. Hiroshi and Daiki mourned deeply the loss of their gentle, loving wife and mother. But they never forgot to give thanks for the blessing of her love, which had given them both life and happiness.