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Saturday 3 September 2016

Bee Eaters

Bee-eaters are birds that eat...well...bees. Technically speaking, they eat "flying insects". Honeybees are their favorite. (Though they will eat a wasp from time to time.)
Now, you might be wondering exactly how a bee-eater eats a honeybee. After all, a honeybee doesn't seem like a meal that goes down easy. What about its stinger? And what about the venom inside it?
Here's how it happens. First, a bee-eater catches a honeybee in its beak. But it does not swallow it right away. It hits and rubs the honeybee against a hard surface. It does this repeatedly. It hits and rubs and hits and rubs and hits and rubs. After all this hitting and rubbing, the honeybee's stinger eventually falls off. And the honeybee's venom leaks out. The bee-eater can then eat a tasty (and safe) meal.

Told You


"We should stop," I said.
Mary rolled her eyes as we passed another gas station. Just then I heard a beep and a light flashed on the dashboard. I didn't have to look. I knew what it was. The car was telling us we were almost out of gas.
"Told you," I said.
"Thatcher," said Mary, "just be calm." Her fingers closed tightly around the steering wheel. A heavy mist began to roll over the highway.
"I am calm," I said. "This is getting serious. Maybe we should turn around."
"There's a gas station just over this hill," Mary replied, nodding ahead.
We crested the hill and saw no gas station. I looked sideways at Mary. She scowled back at me. I shook my head. I couldn't help feeling anxious.
"Just around this curve," Mary said, "There's a gas station just around this next curve. You'll see."

A Good Person

Roberto Clemente was born in 1934 in Puerto Rico. He played baseball for the Pittsburgh Pirates. He became the first Latino player to reach 3000 hits. But he was not just a great baseball player. Clemente was also a good person. He spent a lot of time helping people who were poor, sick, or in trouble. He died in 1972 when his plane crashed. Clemente was flying to bring supplies to people who had been hurt in an earthquake in Nicaragua.