DAY 3 – Summer Holiday Group 2 Year 4 English Trial Test

Extract A: The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree. “Now, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.” “Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief!” Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so I think he might have gotten away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. 

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears. MR. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. MR. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp while sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the woods. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry. He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate! Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden. He got home! He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight! I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!” One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.” but Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

Extract B: Daedalus and Icarus

Daedalus and Icarus lived in great comfort in King Minos’s palace. But they lived the life of prisoners. Their rooms were in the tallest palace tower, with beautiful views across the island. They ate delectable food and wore expensive clothes. But at night the door of their fine apartment was locked, and a guard stood outside. It was a comfortable prison, but it was a prison, even so. Daedalus was deeply unhappy.

Young Icarus could not understand his father’s unhappiness. “But I like it here,” he said. “The king gives us gold and this tall tower to live in.” Daedalus groaned. “But to work for such a wicked man, Icarus! And to be prisoners all our days! . . . We shan’t stay. We shan’t!” “But we can’t get away, can we?” said Icarus. “How can anybody escape from an island? Fly?” He snorted with laughter. Daedalus did not answer. He scratched his head and stared out of the window at the birds pecking seed on the sill. From that day onward, he got up early each morning and stood at the open window. When a bird came for the seed, Daedalus begged it to spare him one feather. Then each night, when everyone else had gone to bed, Daedalus worked by candlelight on his greatest invention of all. 

One morning Icarus was awakened by his father shaking his shoulder. “Get up, Icarus, and don’t make a sound. We are leaving Crete.” “But how? It’s impossible!” Daedalus pulled out a bundle from under his bed. “I’ve been making something, Icarus.” Inside were four great folded fans of feathers. He stretched them out on the bed. They were wings! “I sewed the feathers together with strands of wool from my blanket. Now hold still.” Daedalus melted down a candle and daubed his son’s shoulders with sticky wax. “Now you must help me put on my wings, Son. When the wax sets hard, you and I will fly away from here, as free as birds!” 

“I’m scared!” whispered Icarus. “Courage, Son!” said Daedalus. “Keep your arms out wide and fly close to me. Above all—are you listening, Icarus?” “Y-y-yes, Father.” “Above all, don’t fly too high! Don’t fly too close to the sun!” “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” Icarus repeated, with his eyes tight shut. Then he gave a cry as his father nudged him off the windowsill. He plunged downward. With a crack, the feathers behind him filled with wind, and Icarus found himself f ying. Flying! “I’m flying!” he crowed. By dipping first one wing, then the other, Icarus found that he could turn to the left and the right. The wind tugged at his hair. His legs trailed out behind him. He saw the fields and streams as he had never seen them before! Then they were out over the sea. The sea gulls pecked at him angrily, so Icarus flew higher, and taunted them: “You can’t catch me!” “Now remember, don’t fly too high!” called Daedalus. “I’m the first boy ever to fly! I’m making history! I shall be famous!” thought Icarus, as he flew up and up, higher and higher. At last Icarus was looking the sun itself in the face. 

“Think you’re the highest thing in the sky, do you?” he jeered. “I can fly just as high as you! Higher, even!” He did not notice the drops of sweat on his forehead: He was so determined to outfly the sun. Soon its vast heat beat on his face and on his back and on the great wings stuck on with wax. The wax softened. The wax trickled. One feather came unstuck. Then a plume of feathers fluttered slowly down. Icarus stopped flapping his wings. His father’s words came back to him clearly now: “Don’t fly too close to the sun!” With a great sucking noise, the wax on his shoulders came unstuck. Icarus tried to catch hold of the wings, but they just folded up in his hands. He plunged down, his two fists full of feathers — down and down and down into the deep sea where he drowned.

How are Peter and Icarus similar to each other?

Extract A: The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree. “Now, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.” “Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief!” Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so I think he might have gotten away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. 

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears. MR. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. MR. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp while sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the woods. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry. He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate! Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden. He got home! He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight! I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!” One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.” but Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

Extract B: Daedalus and Icarus

Daedalus and Icarus lived in great comfort in King Minos’s palace. But they lived the life of prisoners. Their rooms were in the tallest palace tower, with beautiful views across the island. They ate delectable food and wore expensive clothes. But at night the door of their fine apartment was locked, and a guard stood outside. It was a comfortable prison, but it was a prison, even so. Daedalus was deeply unhappy.

Young Icarus could not understand his father’s unhappiness. “But I like it here,” he said. “The king gives us gold and this tall tower to live in.” Daedalus groaned. “But to work for such a wicked man, Icarus! And to be prisoners all our days! . . . We shan’t stay. We shan’t!” “But we can’t get away, can we?” said Icarus. “How can anybody escape from an island? Fly?” He snorted with laughter. Daedalus did not answer. He scratched his head and stared out of the window at the birds pecking seed on the sill. From that day onward, he got up early each morning and stood at the open window. When a bird came for the seed, Daedalus begged it to spare him one feather. Then each night, when everyone else had gone to bed, Daedalus worked by candlelight on his greatest invention of all. 

One morning Icarus was awakened by his father shaking his shoulder. “Get up, Icarus, and don’t make a sound. We are leaving Crete.” “But how? It’s impossible!” Daedalus pulled out a bundle from under his bed. “I’ve been making something, Icarus.” Inside were four great folded fans of feathers. He stretched them out on the bed. They were wings! “I sewed the feathers together with strands of wool from my blanket. Now hold still.” Daedalus melted down a candle and daubed his son’s shoulders with sticky wax. “Now you must help me put on my wings, Son. When the wax sets hard, you and I will fly away from here, as free as birds!” 

“I’m scared!” whispered Icarus. “Courage, Son!” said Daedalus. “Keep your arms out wide and fly close to me. Above all—are you listening, Icarus?” “Y-y-yes, Father.” “Above all, don’t fly too high! Don’t fly too close to the sun!” “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” Icarus repeated, with his eyes tight shut. Then he gave a cry as his father nudged him off the windowsill. He plunged downward. With a crack, the feathers behind him filled with wind, and Icarus found himself f ying. Flying! “I’m flying!” he crowed. By dipping first one wing, then the other, Icarus found that he could turn to the left and the right. The wind tugged at his hair. His legs trailed out behind him. He saw the fields and streams as he had never seen them before! Then they were out over the sea. The sea gulls pecked at him angrily, so Icarus flew higher, and taunted them: “You can’t catch me!” “Now remember, don’t fly too high!” called Daedalus. “I’m the first boy ever to fly! I’m making history! I shall be famous!” thought Icarus, as he flew up and up, higher and higher. At last Icarus was looking the sun itself in the face. 

“Think you’re the highest thing in the sky, do you?” he jeered. “I can fly just as high as you! Higher, even!” He did not notice the drops of sweat on his forehead: He was so determined to outfly the sun. Soon its vast heat beat on his face and on his back and on the great wings stuck on with wax. The wax softened. The wax trickled. One feather came unstuck. Then a plume of feathers fluttered slowly down. Icarus stopped flapping his wings. His father’s words came back to him clearly now: “Don’t fly too close to the sun!” With a great sucking noise, the wax on his shoulders came unstuck. Icarus tried to catch hold of the wings, but they just folded up in his hands. He plunged down, his two fists full of feathers — down and down and down into the deep sea where he drowned.

What lesson does the stories tell us?

Extract A: The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree. “Now, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.” “Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief!” Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so I think he might have gotten away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. 

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears. MR. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. MR. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp while sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the woods. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry. He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate! Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden. He got home! He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight! I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!” One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.” but Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

Extract B: Daedalus and Icarus

Daedalus and Icarus lived in great comfort in King Minos’s palace. But they lived the life of prisoners. Their rooms were in the tallest palace tower, with beautiful views across the island. They ate delectable food and wore expensive clothes. But at night the door of their fine apartment was locked, and a guard stood outside. It was a comfortable prison, but it was a prison, even so. Daedalus was deeply unhappy.

Young Icarus could not understand his father’s unhappiness. “But I like it here,” he said. “The king gives us gold and this tall tower to live in.” Daedalus groaned. “But to work for such a wicked man, Icarus! And to be prisoners all our days! . . . We shan’t stay. We shan’t!” “But we can’t get away, can we?” said Icarus. “How can anybody escape from an island? Fly?” He snorted with laughter. Daedalus did not answer. He scratched his head and stared out of the window at the birds pecking seed on the sill. From that day onward, he got up early each morning and stood at the open window. When a bird came for the seed, Daedalus begged it to spare him one feather. Then each night, when everyone else had gone to bed, Daedalus worked by candlelight on his greatest invention of all. 

One morning Icarus was awakened by his father shaking his shoulder. “Get up, Icarus, and don’t make a sound. We are leaving Crete.” “But how? It’s impossible!” Daedalus pulled out a bundle from under his bed. “I’ve been making something, Icarus.” Inside were four great folded fans of feathers. He stretched them out on the bed. They were wings! “I sewed the feathers together with strands of wool from my blanket. Now hold still.” Daedalus melted down a candle and daubed his son’s shoulders with sticky wax. “Now you must help me put on my wings, Son. When the wax sets hard, you and I will fly away from here, as free as birds!” 

“I’m scared!” whispered Icarus. “Courage, Son!” said Daedalus. “Keep your arms out wide and fly close to me. Above all—are you listening, Icarus?” “Y-y-yes, Father.” “Above all, don’t fly too high! Don’t fly too close to the sun!” “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” Icarus repeated, with his eyes tight shut. Then he gave a cry as his father nudged him off the windowsill. He plunged downward. With a crack, the feathers behind him filled with wind, and Icarus found himself f ying. Flying! “I’m flying!” he crowed. By dipping first one wing, then the other, Icarus found that he could turn to the left and the right. The wind tugged at his hair. His legs trailed out behind him. He saw the fields and streams as he had never seen them before! Then they were out over the sea. The sea gulls pecked at him angrily, so Icarus flew higher, and taunted them: “You can’t catch me!” “Now remember, don’t fly too high!” called Daedalus. “I’m the first boy ever to fly! I’m making history! I shall be famous!” thought Icarus, as he flew up and up, higher and higher. At last Icarus was looking the sun itself in the face. 

“Think you’re the highest thing in the sky, do you?” he jeered. “I can fly just as high as you! Higher, even!” He did not notice the drops of sweat on his forehead: He was so determined to outfly the sun. Soon its vast heat beat on his face and on his back and on the great wings stuck on with wax. The wax softened. The wax trickled. One feather came unstuck. Then a plume of feathers fluttered slowly down. Icarus stopped flapping his wings. His father’s words came back to him clearly now: “Don’t fly too close to the sun!” With a great sucking noise, the wax on his shoulders came unstuck. Icarus tried to catch hold of the wings, but they just folded up in his hands. He plunged down, his two fists full of feathers — down and down and down into the deep sea where he drowned.

How would you describe Peter and Icarus?

Extract A: The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree. “Now, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.” “Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief!” Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so I think he might have gotten away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. 

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears. MR. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. MR. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp while sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the woods. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry. He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate! Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden. He got home! He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight! I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!” One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.” but Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

Extract B: Daedalus and Icarus

Daedalus and Icarus lived in great comfort in King Minos’s palace. But they lived the life of prisoners. Their rooms were in the tallest palace tower, with beautiful views across the island. They ate delectable food and wore expensive clothes. But at night the door of their fine apartment was locked, and a guard stood outside. It was a comfortable prison, but it was a prison, even so. Daedalus was deeply unhappy.

Young Icarus could not understand his father’s unhappiness. “But I like it here,” he said. “The king gives us gold and this tall tower to live in.” Daedalus groaned. “But to work for such a wicked man, Icarus! And to be prisoners all our days! . . . We shan’t stay. We shan’t!” “But we can’t get away, can we?” said Icarus. “How can anybody escape from an island? Fly?” He snorted with laughter. Daedalus did not answer. He scratched his head and stared out of the window at the birds pecking seed on the sill. From that day onward, he got up early each morning and stood at the open window. When a bird came for the seed, Daedalus begged it to spare him one feather. Then each night, when everyone else had gone to bed, Daedalus worked by candlelight on his greatest invention of all. 

One morning Icarus was awakened by his father shaking his shoulder. “Get up, Icarus, and don’t make a sound. We are leaving Crete.” “But how? It’s impossible!” Daedalus pulled out a bundle from under his bed. “I’ve been making something, Icarus.” Inside were four great folded fans of feathers. He stretched them out on the bed. They were wings! “I sewed the feathers together with strands of wool from my blanket. Now hold still.” Daedalus melted down a candle and daubed his son’s shoulders with sticky wax. “Now you must help me put on my wings, Son. When the wax sets hard, you and I will fly away from here, as free as birds!” 

“I’m scared!” whispered Icarus. “Courage, Son!” said Daedalus. “Keep your arms out wide and fly close to me. Above all—are you listening, Icarus?” “Y-y-yes, Father.” “Above all, don’t fly too high! Don’t fly too close to the sun!” “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” Icarus repeated, with his eyes tight shut. Then he gave a cry as his father nudged him off the windowsill. He plunged downward. With a crack, the feathers behind him filled with wind, and Icarus found himself f ying. Flying! “I’m flying!” he crowed. By dipping first one wing, then the other, Icarus found that he could turn to the left and the right. The wind tugged at his hair. His legs trailed out behind him. He saw the fields and streams as he had never seen them before! Then they were out over the sea. The sea gulls pecked at him angrily, so Icarus flew higher, and taunted them: “You can’t catch me!” “Now remember, don’t fly too high!” called Daedalus. “I’m the first boy ever to fly! I’m making history! I shall be famous!” thought Icarus, as he flew up and up, higher and higher. At last Icarus was looking the sun itself in the face. 

“Think you’re the highest thing in the sky, do you?” he jeered. “I can fly just as high as you! Higher, even!” He did not notice the drops of sweat on his forehead: He was so determined to outfly the sun. Soon its vast heat beat on his face and on his back and on the great wings stuck on with wax. The wax softened. The wax trickled. One feather came unstuck. Then a plume of feathers fluttered slowly down. Icarus stopped flapping his wings. His father’s words came back to him clearly now: “Don’t fly too close to the sun!” With a great sucking noise, the wax on his shoulders came unstuck. Icarus tried to catch hold of the wings, but they just folded up in his hands. He plunged down, his two fists full of feathers — down and down and down into the deep sea where he drowned.

How do you compare the endings of both extracts?

Extract A: The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree. “Now, my dears,” said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.” “Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries; but Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuce and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, “Stop thief!” Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so I think he might have gotten away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. 

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears. MR. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. MR. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— “Kertyschoo!” Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp while sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the woods. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry. He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate! Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden. He got home! He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight! I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!” One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.” but Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

Extract B: Daedalus and Icarus

Daedalus and Icarus lived in great comfort in King Minos’s palace. But they lived the life of prisoners. Their rooms were in the tallest palace tower, with beautiful views across the island. They ate delectable food and wore expensive clothes. But at night the door of their fine apartment was locked, and a guard stood outside. It was a comfortable prison, but it was a prison, even so. Daedalus was deeply unhappy.

Young Icarus could not understand his father’s unhappiness. “But I like it here,” he said. “The king gives us gold and this tall tower to live in.” Daedalus groaned. “But to work for such a wicked man, Icarus! And to be prisoners all our days! . . . We shan’t stay. We shan’t!” “But we can’t get away, can we?” said Icarus. “How can anybody escape from an island? Fly?” He snorted with laughter. Daedalus did not answer. He scratched his head and stared out of the window at the birds pecking seed on the sill. From that day onward, he got up early each morning and stood at the open window. When a bird came for the seed, Daedalus begged it to spare him one feather. Then each night, when everyone else had gone to bed, Daedalus worked by candlelight on his greatest invention of all. 

One morning Icarus was awakened by his father shaking his shoulder. “Get up, Icarus, and don’t make a sound. We are leaving Crete.” “But how? It’s impossible!” Daedalus pulled out a bundle from under his bed. “I’ve been making something, Icarus.” Inside were four great folded fans of feathers. He stretched them out on the bed. They were wings! “I sewed the feathers together with strands of wool from my blanket. Now hold still.” Daedalus melted down a candle and daubed his son’s shoulders with sticky wax. “Now you must help me put on my wings, Son. When the wax sets hard, you and I will fly away from here, as free as birds!” 

“I’m scared!” whispered Icarus. “Courage, Son!” said Daedalus. “Keep your arms out wide and fly close to me. Above all—are you listening, Icarus?” “Y-y-yes, Father.” “Above all, don’t fly too high! Don’t fly too close to the sun!” “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” Icarus repeated, with his eyes tight shut. Then he gave a cry as his father nudged him off the windowsill. He plunged downward. With a crack, the feathers behind him filled with wind, and Icarus found himself f ying. Flying! “I’m flying!” he crowed. By dipping first one wing, then the other, Icarus found that he could turn to the left and the right. The wind tugged at his hair. His legs trailed out behind him. He saw the fields and streams as he had never seen them before! Then they were out over the sea. The sea gulls pecked at him angrily, so Icarus flew higher, and taunted them: “You can’t catch me!” “Now remember, don’t fly too high!” called Daedalus. “I’m the first boy ever to fly! I’m making history! I shall be famous!” thought Icarus, as he flew up and up, higher and higher. At last Icarus was looking the sun itself in the face. 

“Think you’re the highest thing in the sky, do you?” he jeered. “I can fly just as high as you! Higher, even!” He did not notice the drops of sweat on his forehead: He was so determined to outfly the sun. Soon its vast heat beat on his face and on his back and on the great wings stuck on with wax. The wax softened. The wax trickled. One feather came unstuck. Then a plume of feathers fluttered slowly down. Icarus stopped flapping his wings. His father’s words came back to him clearly now: “Don’t fly too close to the sun!” With a great sucking noise, the wax on his shoulders came unstuck. Icarus tried to catch hold of the wings, but they just folded up in his hands. He plunged down, his two fists full of feathers — down and down and down into the deep sea where he drowned.

What can we conclude about parents from both extracts?

Elaine The Complainer By Kenn Nesbitt

My name is Elaine

and I like to complain.

Complaining is all that I do.

I moan when it’s hot

and I groan when it’s not. 5

I whine when the sky is too blue.

I fuss that the food

on my plate must be chewed.

I whimper whenever I clean.

I frequently fret 10

if my bath gets me wet.

I gripe if the grass is too green.

I act like my brain

is in terrible pain

when people are being polite. 15

But then, if they’re rude,

it will ruin my mood;

I’ll grumble and mumble all night.

But though I delight

in complaining all night, 20

there’s one thing I simply can’t see.

I don’t understand

(since I’m clearly so grand)

why people complain about me.

Why do you think people complain about Elaine?

Elaine The Complainer By Kenn Nesbitt

My name is Elaine

and I like to complain.

Complaining is all that I do.

I moan when it’s hot

and I groan when it’s not. 5

I whine when the sky is too blue.

I fuss that the food

on my plate must be chewed.

I whimper whenever I clean.

I frequently fret 10

if my bath gets me wet.

I gripe if the grass is too green.

I act like my brain

is in terrible pain

when people are being polite. 15

But then, if they’re rude,

it will ruin my mood;

I’ll grumble and mumble all night.

But though I delight

in complaining all night, 20

there’s one thing I simply can’t see.

I don’t understand

(since I’m clearly so grand)

why people complain about me.

What is the rhyme scheme of the poem?

Elaine The Complainer By Kenn Nesbitt

My name is Elaine

and I like to complain.

Complaining is all that I do.

I moan when it’s hot

and I groan when it’s not. 5

I whine when the sky is too blue.

I fuss that the food

on my plate must be chewed.

I whimper whenever I clean.

I frequently fret 10

if my bath gets me wet.

I gripe if the grass is too green.

I act like my brain

is in terrible pain

when people are being polite. 15

But then, if they’re rude,

it will ruin my mood;

I’ll grumble and mumble all night.

But though I delight

in complaining all night, 20

there’s one thing I simply can’t see.

I don’t understand

(since I’m clearly so grand)

why people complain about me.

What is the mood of the speaker in the poem?

Elaine The Complainer By Kenn Nesbitt

My name is Elaine

and I like to complain.

Complaining is all that I do.

I moan when it’s hot

and I groan when it’s not. 5

I whine when the sky is too blue.

I fuss that the food

on my plate must be chewed.

I whimper whenever I clean.

I frequently fret 10

if my bath gets me wet.

I gripe if the grass is too green.

I act like my brain

is in terrible pain

when people are being polite. 15

But then, if they’re rude,

it will ruin my mood;

I’ll grumble and mumble all night.

But though I delight

in complaining all night, 20

there’s one thing I simply can’t see.

I don’t understand

(since I’m clearly so grand)

why people complain about me.

What does Elaine lack?

Elaine The Complainer By Kenn Nesbitt

My name is Elaine

and I like to complain.

Complaining is all that I do.

I moan when it’s hot

and I groan when it’s not. 5

I whine when the sky is too blue.

I fuss that the food

on my plate must be chewed.

I whimper whenever I clean.

I frequently fret 10

if my bath gets me wet.

I gripe if the grass is too green.

I act like my brain

is in terrible pain

when people are being polite. 15

But then, if they’re rude,

it will ruin my mood;

I’ll grumble and mumble all night.

But though I delight

in complaining all night, 20

there’s one thing I simply can’t see.

I don’t understand

(since I’m clearly so grand)

why people complain about me.

What does the poem tell us?

There are sentences that have been removed from the article. Choose the correct letter below that contains the sentence that best fits in the paragraph. Take note that there is an extra sentence which you do not need to use.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Have people ever asked you that before? What did you say? 11……………….. When parents and teachers ask their kids and students this question, very few of them say they want to be an insurance adjuster, an administrative assistant, a market researcher, or a database administrator.

What gives? Even though there are literally billions of people working all kinds of jobs in the world, you may only know about the jobs of people you see every day. For example, you might know what your parents, friends, or other family members do for a living. 12………………..

Since you’ll probably need a full-time job in the future to support yourself and maybe your family, it’s important to choose a career path that gives you both the money you need and a job you enjoy. If you choose a job that makes you unhappy, your life won’t be as happy and full as you want it to be. Make sure to look into all kinds of jobs. Your ideal job might be something you’ve never heard of…yet. The future is unwritten, and there are many things that could happen. Part of how happy and successful you are tomorrow will depend on how well you plan and work today. Though, you shouldn’t just think about the future and plan for what you want to be when you grow up one day. 13……………….. You can do this at school, at home, at work, or at church.

There’s never a bad time to think about your skills and interests and think about how they might affect your career in the future. What school subjects do you like and do well in? Are you good at maths? You could become an engineer or a scientist. If you’re good with words, you might be able to become a writer. Are you more excited about art than any other class? You might want to start a career in design. It may seem very far away to work for a living, but it’s closer than you think. Today is the day to start making plans for future success. When you’re thinking about careers, find out what skills and education you’ll need for the ones that interest you. For example, if you want to work in a field that requires a college degree, you will need to work hard in school now to make sure you can go to college in the future. 14……………….. For instance, if you want to be a chef, you might have to go to a special programme for culinary arts.

Imagine the kind of world you would like to live in. 15……………….. Think about what you’re good at and what you love to do in your dreams. Start imagining who you will be when you grow up. Then make it happen!

There are sentences that have been removed from the article. Choose the correct letter below that contains the sentence that best fits in the paragraph. Take note that there is an extra sentence which you do not need to use.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Have people ever asked you that before? What did you say? 11……………….. When parents and teachers ask their kids and students this question, very few of them say they want to be an insurance adjuster, an administrative assistant, a market researcher, or a database administrator.

What gives? Even though there are literally billions of people working all kinds of jobs in the world, you may only know about the jobs of people you see every day. For example, you might know what your parents, friends, or other family members do for a living. 12………………..

Since you’ll probably need a full-time job in the future to support yourself and maybe your family, it’s important to choose a career path that gives you both the money you need and a job you enjoy. If you choose a job that makes you unhappy, your life won’t be as happy and full as you want it to be. Make sure to look into all kinds of jobs. Your ideal job might be something you’ve never heard of…yet. The future is unwritten, and there are many things that could happen. Part of how happy and successful you are tomorrow will depend on how well you plan and work today. Though, you shouldn’t just think about the future and plan for what you want to be when you grow up one day. 13……………….. You can do this at school, at home, at work, or at church.

There’s never a bad time to think about your skills and interests and think about how they might affect your career in the future. What school subjects do you like and do well in? Are you good at maths? You could become an engineer or a scientist. If you’re good with words, you might be able to become a writer. Are you more excited about art than any other class? You might want to start a career in design. It may seem very far away to work for a living, but it’s closer than you think. Today is the day to start making plans for future success. When you’re thinking about careers, find out what skills and education you’ll need for the ones that interest you. For example, if you want to work in a field that requires a college degree, you will need to work hard in school now to make sure you can go to college in the future. 14……………….. For instance, if you want to be a chef, you might have to go to a special programme for culinary arts.

Imagine the kind of world you would like to live in. 15……………….. Think about what you’re good at and what you love to do in your dreams. Start imagining who you will be when you grow up. Then make it happen!

There are sentences that have been removed from the article. Choose the correct letter below that contains the sentence that best fits in the paragraph. Take note that there is an extra sentence which you do not need to use.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Have people ever asked you that before? What did you say? 11……………….. When parents and teachers ask their kids and students this question, very few of them say they want to be an insurance adjuster, an administrative assistant, a market researcher, or a database administrator.

What gives? Even though there are literally billions of people working all kinds of jobs in the world, you may only know about the jobs of people you see every day. For example, you might know what your parents, friends, or other family members do for a living. 12………………..

Since you’ll probably need a full-time job in the future to support yourself and maybe your family, it’s important to choose a career path that gives you both the money you need and a job you enjoy. If you choose a job that makes you unhappy, your life won’t be as happy and full as you want it to be. Make sure to look into all kinds of jobs. Your ideal job might be something you’ve never heard of…yet. The future is unwritten, and there are many things that could happen. Part of how happy and successful you are tomorrow will depend on how well you plan and work today. Though, you shouldn’t just think about the future and plan for what you want to be when you grow up one day. 13……………….. You can do this at school, at home, at work, or at church.

There’s never a bad time to think about your skills and interests and think about how they might affect your career in the future. What school subjects do you like and do well in? Are you good at maths? You could become an engineer or a scientist. If you’re good with words, you might be able to become a writer. Are you more excited about art than any other class? You might want to start a career in design. It may seem very far away to work for a living, but it’s closer than you think. Today is the day to start making plans for future success. When you’re thinking about careers, find out what skills and education you’ll need for the ones that interest you. For example, if you want to work in a field that requires a college degree, you will need to work hard in school now to make sure you can go to college in the future. 14……………….. For instance, if you want to be a chef, you might have to go to a special programme for culinary arts.

Imagine the kind of world you would like to live in. 15……………….. Think about what you’re good at and what you love to do in your dreams. Start imagining who you will be when you grow up. Then make it happen!

There are sentences that have been removed from the article. Choose the correct letter below that contains the sentence that best fits in the paragraph. Take note that there is an extra sentence which you do not need to use.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Have people ever asked you that before? What did you say? 11……………….. When parents and teachers ask their kids and students this question, very few of them say they want to be an insurance adjuster, an administrative assistant, a market researcher, or a database administrator.

What gives? Even though there are literally billions of people working all kinds of jobs in the world, you may only know about the jobs of people you see every day. For example, you might know what your parents, friends, or other family members do for a living. 12………………..

Since you’ll probably need a full-time job in the future to support yourself and maybe your family, it’s important to choose a career path that gives you both the money you need and a job you enjoy. If you choose a job that makes you unhappy, your life won’t be as happy and full as you want it to be. Make sure to look into all kinds of jobs. Your ideal job might be something you’ve never heard of…yet. The future is unwritten, and there are many things that could happen. Part of how happy and successful you are tomorrow will depend on how well you plan and work today. Though, you shouldn’t just think about the future and plan for what you want to be when you grow up one day. 13……………….. You can do this at school, at home, at work, or at church.

There’s never a bad time to think about your skills and interests and think about how they might affect your career in the future. What school subjects do you like and do well in? Are you good at maths? You could become an engineer or a scientist. If you’re good with words, you might be able to become a writer. Are you more excited about art than any other class? You might want to start a career in design. It may seem very far away to work for a living, but it’s closer than you think. Today is the day to start making plans for future success. When you’re thinking about careers, find out what skills and education you’ll need for the ones that interest you. For example, if you want to work in a field that requires a college degree, you will need to work hard in school now to make sure you can go to college in the future. 14……………….. For instance, if you want to be a chef, you might have to go to a special programme for culinary arts.

Imagine the kind of world you would like to live in. 15……………….. Think about what you’re good at and what you love to do in your dreams. Start imagining who you will be when you grow up. Then make it happen!

There are sentences that have been removed from the article. Choose the correct letter below that contains the sentence that best fits in the paragraph. Take note that there is an extra sentence which you do not need to use.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Have people ever asked you that before? What did you say? 11……………….. When parents and teachers ask their kids and students this question, very few of them say they want to be an insurance adjuster, an administrative assistant, a market researcher, or a database administrator.

What gives? Even though there are literally billions of people working all kinds of jobs in the world, you may only know about the jobs of people you see every day. For example, you might know what your parents, friends, or other family members do for a living. 12………………..

Since you’ll probably need a full-time job in the future to support yourself and maybe your family, it’s important to choose a career path that gives you both the money you need and a job you enjoy. If you choose a job that makes you unhappy, your life won’t be as happy and full as you want it to be. Make sure to look into all kinds of jobs. Your ideal job might be something you’ve never heard of…yet. The future is unwritten, and there are many things that could happen. Part of how happy and successful you are tomorrow will depend on how well you plan and work today. Though, you shouldn’t just think about the future and plan for what you want to be when you grow up one day. 13……………….. You can do this at school, at home, at work, or at church.

There’s never a bad time to think about your skills and interests and think about how they might affect your career in the future. What school subjects do you like and do well in? Are you good at maths? You could become an engineer or a scientist. If you’re good with words, you might be able to become a writer. Are you more excited about art than any other class? You might want to start a career in design. It may seem very far away to work for a living, but it’s closer than you think. Today is the day to start making plans for future success. When you’re thinking about careers, find out what skills and education you’ll need for the ones that interest you. For example, if you want to work in a field that requires a college degree, you will need to work hard in school now to make sure you can go to college in the future. 14……………….. For instance, if you want to be a chef, you might have to go to a special programme for culinary arts.

Imagine the kind of world you would like to live in. 15……………….. Think about what you’re good at and what you love to do in your dreams. Start imagining who you will be when you grow up. Then make it happen!

Which extract mentions about a type of clock that can tell the time based on where the Sun’s shadow falls?

Which extract mentions about a type of clock with an animal shaped thing and a tiny door which opens whenever the clock goes off?

Which extract mentions about a type of clock tells time by moving its parts through an unlimited array of numbers that portray the constant periods of time?

Which extract mentions about  a sort of clock that displays the time in the form of numerals or other icons?

Which extract mentions about a type of clock that produces an animal sound?

Circus Facts for Kids

You can see clowns almost anywhere, and they do almost anything. All clowns have a strong sense of the silly and are willing to perform. A clown is a type of comedic performer you might see on stage, on TV, in the circus, at a rodeo, at a children’s or birthday party, or on the street. Even though not every clown is easily recognisable by their looks alone, clowns often wear makeup and costumes, as well as shoes that are too big, clothes that are too big or otherwise strange, a big or otherwise strange nose, and they act out funny sketches, usually in the breaks between circus acts.

Today, the clown’s humour is often visual and has a lot of slapstick, or physical comedy, in it. Clowns often don’t use blue face paint because it is thought to bring bad luck. Clowning is a form of entertainment that has been around in almost every culture in some way. In most cultures, the clown is a ritual character that is part of celebrations or rites of passage. In these cultures, the clown is often very different from the most popular western version. Even as late as the 19th century, the clown was a common person in Europe, and he or she often showed up at carnivals.

The fool was a popular type of clown in the past. This role dates back to ancient Egypt. Most fools had some kind of physical or mental defect, and their families couldn’t take care of them. People in the area often feared them, so they were given as a charge to the local landlord. They were the centre of jokes, but because they were seen as “senseless,” they were often the only people in court who could say what they wanted. In the 16th century, especially in France, actors started training to be fools so they could make satirical comments. This is where most of our ideas about court jesters come from today. During this time and the time before it, jugglers were also linked to clowns. Clowning skills were often used by jugglers, and later court jesters would often dance, do acrobatics, and juggle.

The Oxford English Dictionary says that the word clown comes from words that mean “clot” or “clod,” which also came to mean “clumsy person.” Meierphobia Bret is a term for people who are afraid of clowns in general. Clown can be used as a noun, a verb, and an adjective (clown bike, clown shoes, clown white, clown gag and so on). People also use the word “clown” to describe anyone who entertains in a clownish way. “Clown” is often used to describe the character that a professional clown plays, not the person who plays the character.

One of the most dangerous jobs in show business is that of the rodeo clown. A rodeo clown is a brave and hard working cowboy or animal wrangler who wears wild costumes made of loose layers of clothing to protect them from rodeo bulls and broncos and to distract them. Because the layers are loose, a rodeo clown can take off parts of their outfit if it gets caught on something, like an angry bull’s horn. This job is very dangerous because it involves keeping other performers safe from bucking horses and charging bulls while also entertaining the audience with clown tricks.

In other forms of entertainment, clowns are sometimes mentioned. The opera Pagliacci is about clowns and was written by Ruggero Leoncavallo. This theme was used by Smokey Robinson and Stevie Wonder when they wrote “The Tears of a Clown.” Red Skelton was a well-known entertainer who did clown acts on TV. Ronald McDonald is one of the most famous clowns; he is the McDonald’s restaurant chain’s mascot. Jeff Giuliano, who played Ronald on TV for many years, became a vegetarian in later life.

What colour of paint does clowns not wear and why?

Circus Facts for Kids

You can see clowns almost anywhere, and they do almost anything. All clowns have a strong sense of the silly and are willing to perform. A clown is a type of comedic performer you might see on stage, on TV, in the circus, at a rodeo, at a children’s or birthday party, or on the street. Even though not every clown is easily recognisable by their looks alone, clowns often wear makeup and costumes, as well as shoes that are too big, clothes that are too big or otherwise strange, a big or otherwise strange nose, and they act out funny sketches, usually in the breaks between circus acts.

Today, the clown’s humour is often visual and has a lot of slapstick, or physical comedy, in it. Clowns often don’t use blue face paint because it is thought to bring bad luck. Clowning is a form of entertainment that has been around in almost every culture in some way. In most cultures, the clown is a ritual character that is part of celebrations or rites of passage. In these cultures, the clown is often very different from the most popular western version. Even as late as the 19th century, the clown was a common person in Europe, and he or she often showed up at carnivals.

The fool was a popular type of clown in the past. This role dates back to ancient Egypt. Most fools had some kind of physical or mental defect, and their families couldn’t take care of them. People in the area often feared them, so they were given as a charge to the local landlord. They were the centre of jokes, but because they were seen as “senseless,” they were often the only people in court who could say what they wanted. In the 16th century, especially in France, actors started training to be fools so they could make satirical comments. This is where most of our ideas about court jesters come from today. During this time and the time before it, jugglers were also linked to clowns. Clowning skills were often used by jugglers, and later court jesters would often dance, do acrobatics, and juggle.

The Oxford English Dictionary says that the word clown comes from words that mean “clot” or “clod,” which also came to mean “clumsy person.” Meierphobia Bret is a term for people who are afraid of clowns in general. Clown can be used as a noun, a verb, and an adjective (clown bike, clown shoes, clown white, clown gag and so on). People also use the word “clown” to describe anyone who entertains in a clownish way. “Clown” is often used to describe the character that a professional clown plays, not the person who plays the character.

One of the most dangerous jobs in show business is that of the rodeo clown. A rodeo clown is a brave and hard working cowboy or animal wrangler who wears wild costumes made of loose layers of clothing to protect them from rodeo bulls and broncos and to distract them. Because the layers are loose, a rodeo clown can take off parts of their outfit if it gets caught on something, like an angry bull’s horn. This job is very dangerous because it involves keeping other performers safe from bucking horses and charging bulls while also entertaining the audience with clown tricks.

In other forms of entertainment, clowns are sometimes mentioned. The opera Pagliacci is about clowns and was written by Ruggero Leoncavallo. This theme was used by Smokey Robinson and Stevie Wonder when they wrote “The Tears of a Clown.” Red Skelton was a well-known entertainer who did clown acts on TV. Ronald McDonald is one of the most famous clowns; he is the McDonald’s restaurant chain’s mascot. Jeff Giuliano, who played Ronald on TV for many years, became a vegetarian in later life.

Which is NOT a fact given in the article?

Circus Facts for Kids

You can see clowns almost anywhere, and they do almost anything. All clowns have a strong sense of the silly and are willing to perform. A clown is a type of comedic performer you might see on stage, on TV, in the circus, at a rodeo, at a children’s or birthday party, or on the street. Even though not every clown is easily recognisable by their looks alone, clowns often wear makeup and costumes, as well as shoes that are too big, clothes that are too big or otherwise strange, a big or otherwise strange nose, and they act out funny sketches, usually in the breaks between circus acts.

Today, the clown’s humour is often visual and has a lot of slapstick, or physical comedy, in it. Clowns often don’t use blue face paint because it is thought to bring bad luck. Clowning is a form of entertainment that has been around in almost every culture in some way. In most cultures, the clown is a ritual character that is part of celebrations or rites of passage. In these cultures, the clown is often very different from the most popular western version. Even as late as the 19th century, the clown was a common person in Europe, and he or she often showed up at carnivals.

The fool was a popular type of clown in the past. This role dates back to ancient Egypt. Most fools had some kind of physical or mental defect, and their families couldn’t take care of them. People in the area often feared them, so they were given as a charge to the local landlord. They were the centre of jokes, but because they were seen as “senseless,” they were often the only people in court who could say what they wanted. In the 16th century, especially in France, actors started training to be fools so they could make satirical comments. This is where most of our ideas about court jesters come from today. During this time and the time before it, jugglers were also linked to clowns. Clowning skills were often used by jugglers, and later court jesters would often dance, do acrobatics, and juggle.

The Oxford English Dictionary says that the word clown comes from words that mean “clot” or “clod,” which also came to mean “clumsy person.” Meierphobia Bret is a term for people who are afraid of clowns in general. Clown can be used as a noun, a verb, and an adjective (clown bike, clown shoes, clown white, clown gag and so on). People also use the word “clown” to describe anyone who entertains in a clownish way. “Clown” is often used to describe the character that a professional clown plays, not the person who plays the character.

One of the most dangerous jobs in show business is that of the rodeo clown. A rodeo clown is a brave and hard working cowboy or animal wrangler who wears wild costumes made of loose layers of clothing to protect them from rodeo bulls and broncos and to distract them. Because the layers are loose, a rodeo clown can take off parts of their outfit if it gets caught on something, like an angry bull’s horn. This job is very dangerous because it involves keeping other performers safe from bucking horses and charging bulls while also entertaining the audience with clown tricks.

In other forms of entertainment, clowns are sometimes mentioned. The opera Pagliacci is about clowns and was written by Ruggero Leoncavallo. This theme was used by Smokey Robinson and Stevie Wonder when they wrote “The Tears of a Clown.” Red Skelton was a well-known entertainer who did clown acts on TV. Ronald McDonald is one of the most famous clowns; he is the McDonald’s restaurant chain’s mascot. Jeff Giuliano, who played Ronald on TV for many years, became a vegetarian in later life.

How can you describe clowns?

Circus Facts for Kids

You can see clowns almost anywhere, and they do almost anything. All clowns have a strong sense of the silly and are willing to perform. A clown is a type of comedic performer you might see on stage, on TV, in the circus, at a rodeo, at a children’s or birthday party, or on the street. Even though not every clown is easily recognisable by their looks alone, clowns often wear makeup and costumes, as well as shoes that are too big, clothes that are too big or otherwise strange, a big or otherwise strange nose, and they act out funny sketches, usually in the breaks between circus acts.

Today, the clown’s humour is often visual and has a lot of slapstick, or physical comedy, in it. Clowns often don’t use blue face paint because it is thought to bring bad luck. Clowning is a form of entertainment that has been around in almost every culture in some way. In most cultures, the clown is a ritual character that is part of celebrations or rites of passage. In these cultures, the clown is often very different from the most popular western version. Even as late as the 19th century, the clown was a common person in Europe, and he or she often showed up at carnivals.

The fool was a popular type of clown in the past. This role dates back to ancient Egypt. Most fools had some kind of physical or mental defect, and their families couldn’t take care of them. People in the area often feared them, so they were given as a charge to the local landlord. They were the centre of jokes, but because they were seen as “senseless,” they were often the only people in court who could say what they wanted. In the 16th century, especially in France, actors started training to be fools so they could make satirical comments. This is where most of our ideas about court jesters come from today. During this time and the time before it, jugglers were also linked to clowns. Clowning skills were often used by jugglers, and later court jesters would often dance, do acrobatics, and juggle.

The Oxford English Dictionary says that the word clown comes from words that mean “clot” or “clod,” which also came to mean “clumsy person.” Meierphobia Bret is a term for people who are afraid of clowns in general. Clown can be used as a noun, a verb, and an adjective (clown bike, clown shoes, clown white, clown gag and so on). People also use the word “clown” to describe anyone who entertains in a clownish way. “Clown” is often used to describe the character that a professional clown plays, not the person who plays the character.

One of the most dangerous jobs in show business is that of the rodeo clown. A rodeo clown is a brave and hard working cowboy or animal wrangler who wears wild costumes made of loose layers of clothing to protect them from rodeo bulls and broncos and to distract them. Because the layers are loose, a rodeo clown can take off parts of their outfit if it gets caught on something, like an angry bull’s horn. This job is very dangerous because it involves keeping other performers safe from bucking horses and charging bulls while also entertaining the audience with clown tricks.

In other forms of entertainment, clowns are sometimes mentioned. The opera Pagliacci is about clowns and was written by Ruggero Leoncavallo. This theme was used by Smokey Robinson and Stevie Wonder when they wrote “The Tears of a Clown.” Red Skelton was a well-known entertainer who did clown acts on TV. Ronald McDonald is one of the most famous clowns; he is the McDonald’s restaurant chain’s mascot. Jeff Giuliano, who played Ronald on TV for many years, became a vegetarian in later life.

The article says that most people are scared of what kind of clown?

Circus Facts for Kids

You can see clowns almost anywhere, and they do almost anything. All clowns have a strong sense of the silly and are willing to perform. A clown is a type of comedic performer you might see on stage, on TV, in the circus, at a rodeo, at a children’s or birthday party, or on the street. Even though not every clown is easily recognisable by their looks alone, clowns often wear makeup and costumes, as well as shoes that are too big, clothes that are too big or otherwise strange, a big or otherwise strange nose, and they act out funny sketches, usually in the breaks between circus acts.

Today, the clown’s humour is often visual and has a lot of slapstick, or physical comedy, in it. Clowns often don’t use blue face paint because it is thought to bring bad luck. Clowning is a form of entertainment that has been around in almost every culture in some way. In most cultures, the clown is a ritual character that is part of celebrations or rites of passage. In these cultures, the clown is often very different from the most popular western version. Even as late as the 19th century, the clown was a common person in Europe, and he or she often showed up at carnivals.

The fool was a popular type of clown in the past. This role dates back to ancient Egypt. Most fools had some kind of physical or mental defect, and their families couldn’t take care of them. People in the area often feared them, so they were given as a charge to the local landlord. They were the centre of jokes, but because they were seen as “senseless,” they were often the only people in court who could say what they wanted. In the 16th century, especially in France, actors started training to be fools so they could make satirical comments. This is where most of our ideas about court jesters come from today. During this time and the time before it, jugglers were also linked to clowns. Clowning skills were often used by jugglers, and later court jesters would often dance, do acrobatics, and juggle.

The Oxford English Dictionary says that the word clown comes from words that mean “clot” or “clod,” which also came to mean “clumsy person.” Meierphobia Bret is a term for people who are afraid of clowns in general. Clown can be used as a noun, a verb, and an adjective (clown bike, clown shoes, clown white, clown gag and so on). People also use the word “clown” to describe anyone who entertains in a clownish way. “Clown” is often used to describe the character that a professional clown plays, not the person who plays the character.

One of the most dangerous jobs in show business is that of the rodeo clown. A rodeo clown is a brave and hard working cowboy or animal wrangler who wears wild costumes made of loose layers of clothing to protect them from rodeo bulls and broncos and to distract them. Because the layers are loose, a rodeo clown can take off parts of their outfit if it gets caught on something, like an angry bull’s horn. This job is very dangerous because it involves keeping other performers safe from bucking horses and charging bulls while also entertaining the audience with clown tricks.

In other forms of entertainment, clowns are sometimes mentioned. The opera Pagliacci is about clowns and was written by Ruggero Leoncavallo. This theme was used by Smokey Robinson and Stevie Wonder when they wrote “The Tears of a Clown.” Red Skelton was a well-known entertainer who did clown acts on TV. Ronald McDonald is one of the most famous clowns; he is the McDonald’s restaurant chain’s mascot. Jeff Giuliano, who played Ronald on TV for many years, became a vegetarian in later life.

Which is NOT a description of clowns based on the article?