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Spider Magazine Stories, Games, Activites and Puzzles for Children and Kids

Spider Magazine Stories, Games, Activites and Puzzles for Children and Kids September 2019

Stories, poems, and nonfiction articles are carefully selected to encourage students to read on their own, drawn along by bright illustrations and detailed drawings by famous children's artists. SPIDER also offers fun ways for young readers to practice critical thinking skills with riddles, puzzles, and other games. Grades 2-4

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doodlebug & dandelion portrait of the artist with. . .

“WELL, KIDS, YOUR old dad is finally going public!” Henry Pinkley announced to his children, Doodlebug and Dandelion. “I’m having an artist’s reception at Gallery Who-Knew.” Their mom, Fiona Pinkley, blasted a few loud, celebratory notes on her antique mini-trombone and said “That’s right, darlings! The invitations are already out.” She held one up. Doodlebug was suspicious. “What’s an artist’s reception?” “It’s an event where I lug out all my best artworks and display them in a gallery for everyone to see,” Mr. Pinkley explained. “All of them?” Doodlebug asked, feeling a little dread. What if that sculpture of himself with the frogs sitting on his rear end was included? “Dad!” Dandelion said excitedly. “What can we do to help you get ready?” “Well, dear daughter,” Mr. Pinkley replied, “let’s all go down to the gallery…

the great mantis rescue

THEY CALLED HIM Donnie the Dung Beetle. Donald Hawkins actually didn’t mind the comparison. The African dung beetle is known to move things that are a thousand times its own body weight. But the other kids in Mrs. Beecher’s third grade class probably didn’t know that. Nobody knew insects like Donald, and since nobody knew insects like Donald, he figured the dung beetle thing was not a compliment. “Hey, Dung Beetle, you keeping an eye on the world’s most boring class pet?” Donald looked up from his desk to see Richie Melville jabbing a thumb towards a terrarium under the window. Inside, a small brown ball the size of a grape hung from a branch. Donald attempted to explain that the egg case of a praying mantis was not meant to be exciting,…

no-volcano lava lamp

What You’ll Need: 1-liter empty soda bottle with cap bottle of vegetable oil water red food coloring glitter (optional) 1 antacid tablet flashlight What To Do: 1. Pour vegetable oil into the soda bottle until it’s about ¾ full. 2. Fill the rest of the soda bottle with water. 3. Add a few drops of food coloring and a sprinkle of glitter (if desired). 4. Wait for the oil and water layers to settle. 5. Break the antacid tablet into small pieces. 6. Drop the pieces into the bottle one at a time, replace the cap, and watch the colorful blobs dance and fizz! TIP: Turn off the lights and shine a flashlight onto your lamp for a groovy effect.…

stephanie’s strange mixture

STEPHANIE KWOLEK peered at the chemical mixture and frowned. All her other batches had been thick and clear, but this one was thin and cloudy. Had something gone wrong with the experiment? Stephanie was a chemist, a scientist who studies the materials that make up the world around us. Her job was to find new ways of making threads and fabric out of chemicals. The company she worked for asked her to create the strongest fibers ever made—even stronger than steel! She and her team had worked for over ten years on the fiber project. They’d mixed batch after batch of chemicals. They tried to find combinations that would stick together to form strong fibers. To test their mixtures, the team sent them to the spinning room. A spinning wheel turns the fibers…

dinner at blue’s

OUR FIFTH-GRADE SOCCER team won the finals, thanks to our Unipod goalie, Blue. Even though he’s four feet tall and breathes by standing in a pail of liquid, Blue uses his six long arms to defend the goal. During the game, Blue toppled out of his bucket with a thud, like a shoe caught in wet cement. His human attendant scrambled over, propped him up, and refilled his bucket. Even Blue’s dad came to watch us win. Afterward, he turned to Coach, and, using sign language, invited the team to a celebration at the starship on Saturday night. When Coach tapped his wrists overhead—the Unipod sign for OK—I knew it meant trouble. That night at dinner, I talked to my dad about it. “He’s a great goalie,” I said, “but I don’t want…

dog bot

My little dog’s the greatest pet, He’s smart and cute and loyal. I never groom him, since his fur is made of silver foil. We go for walks without a leash. He doesn’t chase the cat. He doesn’t sprawl out on the couch (in fact, he folds up flat). I programmed him to fetch my shoes. He never tries to bite. To feed him, I just plug him in and charge him up at night. He’s never barks or makes a noise, except for when I sleep. And that’s a glitch I still can’t fix—all night, it’s Beep! Beep! Beep! text © 2019 by Jennifer Cole Judd, art © 2019 by Robert Meganck…