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The Frog and the Scorpion

Leopard Frog

Indian Red Scorpion

Week 1 Monday Comprehension 1

Leopard Frogs

Type:Amphibian

Diet:Carnivore

Average life span in the wild:2 to 4 years

Size:3 to 5 in (7.6 to 12.7 cm)

Group name:Army

Protection status:Threatened

Did you know?Leopard frogs will eat just about anything they can fit in their mouths.

Size relative to a tea cup:

Northern leopard frogs have their name because of the dark spots on their backs and legs. They are greenish-brown in colour with white underneath. They are medium-sized; reaching lengths of 7.6 to 12.7 cm. Females are slightly larger than males.

Their live in most of northern North America usually near ponds and marshes, but can be found in grasslands as well.Their other common name is the meadow frog.

Leopard frogs sit still and wait for prey to pass by, then pounce with their powerful legs. They eat beetles, ants, flies, worms, smaller frogs, including their own species, and even birds, and garter snakes.

Week 1 Monday Comprehension 1

Scorpions

Fast Facts

Type:Arachnid

Diet:Carnivore

Average life span in the wild:3 to 8 years

Size:Average, 2.5 in (6 cm); Largest, 8.3 in (21 cm)

Did you know? Scientists aren't sure why, but scorpions are fluorescent under ultraviolet light.

Size relative to a tea cup:

Scorpions are closely related to spiders, mites, and ticks. People think they are desert dwellers, but they also live in forests in Brazil, in Canada, in the mountains in America and even in the Himalayas. They have been around for hundreds of millions of years, and they are great survivors.

There are almost 2,000 scorpion species, but only 30 or 40 have a strong enough poison to kill a person.

Scorpions usually eat insects, but their diet can be varied which is partly why they can survive in so many harsh places.

Scorpions can live in some of Earth’s toughest environments. Researchers have even frozen scorpions overnight, only to put them in the sun the next day and watch them thaw out and walk away.

Week 1 Monday Comprehension 1

Glossary

Arachnid

An animal with four pairs of legs and a body with two segments, belonging to a large class that includes spiders, scorpions, and mites. Class: Arachnida

Carnivore / An animal that eats other animals.
Threatened / Likely to become extinct, describes an organism or species that is in danger of becoming extinct
Fluorescent / Very bright and dazzling in colour giving off light.
Amphibian / A cold-blooded animal that spends some time on land but must breed and develop into an adult in water. Frogs, salamanders, and toads are amphibians. Class: Amphibia

Week 1 Monday Comprehension 1

Unscramble the Glossary

Draw lines from the word to its meaning.

Arachnid

/ An animal that eats other animals.
Carnivore / Very bright and dazzling in colour giving off light.
Threatened / A cold-blooded animal that spends some time on land but must breed and develop into an adult in water. Frogs, salamanders, and toads are amphibians. Class: Amphibia
Fluorescent /

An animal with four pairs of legs and a body with two segments, belonging to a large class that includes spiders, scorpions, and mites. Class: Arachnida

Amphibian / Likely to become extinct describes an organism or species that is in danger of becoming extinct

Week 1 Monday Comprehension 1

The Frog and the Scorpion

A fable of an unknown author, often mis-attributed to Aesop

Frog lives on river bank, easy-going character, loves lazy days, enjoys life
One day sees a scorpion crying on side of bank
Scorpion says he has to get to the other side to get food and cannot swim
Frog offers lift on understanding scorpion will not sting him
Scorpion assures him he won’t as if he does frog will drown and then they will both die
Scorpion leaps on frog’s back and begins journey
Half way across scorpion raises tail and stings frog
Frog calls out before dying, “But scorpion you will now die as well, why did you sting me?”
Scorpion says, “It’s how I am, it’s in my nature.”

Week 1 Tuesday Composition 1

How I am…

Good things about me:

Bad things about me:

Sometimes I am…

Things I want to change:

Week 1 Tuesday Composition 1

We refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites. Y2Aut F 1 Traditional tales

Frog’s friend Scorpions’ friend

Week 1 Wednesday Composition 2

We refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites. Y2Aut F 1 Traditional tales

/r/
wr / rr / rh / r
wrap
wrath
wreath
wreck
wren
wrench
wretch
wriggle
wring
wrinkle
wrist
write
writer
wrong
wrote / arrive
arrow
carrot
cherry
horrid
lorry
marry
parrot
sorrow
tomorrow / rhino
rhubarb
rhyme
rhythm / rain
red
reminder
ribbon
rice
roll
roof
rope

Week 1 Thursday Word Reading Transcription 1

Week 1 Thursday Composition 3

Find the right ‘wr’ word for each sentence.

The worm down deep into the earth.
A storm was blowing and the sea was raging. The sailors hoped they would not get on the rocks.
‘When can we the presents?’ shouted the children.
The tiny squeezed into the hole in the tree trunk to shelter from the wind.
If we get something we just try again.
If you want to throw a ball a long way you have to flick your .

wrong wrist unwrap wriggled wren wrecked

Week 1 Thursday Transcription 1

We refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites. Y2Aut F 1 Traditional tales

Use adjectives to describe the animals

Week 1 Friday Grammar 1

Our views about Ant and Grasshopper:
We think...
because...
Our views about Ant and Grasshopper:
We think...
because...
Our views about Ant and Grasshopper:
We think...
because...

Week 2Monday Comprehension 2

The Grasshopper and the Ant

A grasshopper gay

Sang the summer away,

And found herself poor

By the winter's first roar.

Of meat or of bread,

Not a morsel she had!

So a-begging she went,

To her neighbour the ant,

For the loan of some wheat,

Which would serve her to eat,

Till the season came round.

"I will pay you," she saith,

"On an animal's faith,

Double weight in the pound

Ere the harvest be bound."

The ant is a friend

(And here she might mend)

Little given to lend.

"How spent you the summer?"

Quoth she, looking shame

At the borrowing dame.

"Night and day to each comer

I sang, if you please."

"You sang! I'm at ease;

For 'tis plain at a glance,

Now, ma'am, you must dance."

La Fontaine

Week 2 Thursday Word Reading 3

We refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites. Y2Aut F 1 Traditional tales

Week 2 Wednesday Grammar 2

We refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites. Y2Aut F 1 Traditional tales

The Ant and the Grasshopper

A retelling of La Fontaine’s fable

Once upon a time there was an ant. The ant lived on the edge of a wood. The wood was a quiet wood, and not many folk came by there and so the ants had the run of the wood. There were many ant hills – great mounds of needles and composted-down dry leaf mould. But this particular ant lived right on the edge – in a small detached little mound which had once been occupied by hundreds of ants but was now empty of all except her.

Close beside the wood was a meadow. In winter, the meadow was quite bare, with muddy furrows and a bleak wind whistling over it, making the branches of the trees groan and creak and the leaves rustle angrily. But in summer, the meadow was a veritable paradise. The grass grew long and the flowers bloomed. The bees flew swiftly in and out of the long waving strands of wheat and the butterflies wandered erratically over the red and yellow flowers straggling in the tall grass.

It was in these tall grasses that a grasshopper lived. Her home was only a few metres from the ant’s dusty mound, but it could just as well have been on another planet. The grasshopper lived untidily – strewing wheat seeds and particles of grass everywhere as she ate. Her home was little more than a small dip at the base of a particularly large and fat stem of grass. She had made no effort to tidy it, or to create a space for herself to live. Instead she spent most of every day climbing up the tall waving stems of wheat all around and sitting on the ear of seeds at the top, clutching tight with her spiky toes. From here she could see the rest of the meadow, sloping down away from the wood, and toward the river. And, turning the other way, the grasshopper looked over the ant’s small tidy home.

As she sat on her waving ear of wheat, the grasshopper sang. Rubbing her legs together, she created a surprising variety of sounds – a music of the fields and the sky, the noises of the clouds overhead and the patter of the rain drops on the grass. The grasshopper’s song was lilting and strange – it mirrored the summer laziness, the drone and haze of the long, hot, still days, but it also caught the haunting beauty of the breeze and the shower, the darkening sky, the whistling through the trees and the distant rumble of thunder. Her music was never the same two days running, and she seemed not to care whether the scurrying mice or the lolloping rabbits going about their business between the wheat stems and the wood paused to listen, or whether they rushed on regardless. She sang the sounds of the summer, she played the beauty of the air, she strummed the rhythms of the busy animals rearing their young.

The grasshopper knew the ant. From her ear of grass she watched the ant scurrying about, tidying the entrance to the mound, sweeping up the debris which fell from the nests of the blackbirds and crows in the trees above, and generally keeping busy from dawn to dusk. And the ant knew the grasshopper. Sometimes she would pause, as she rolled a large nut into her winter basement or dragged an enormous berry round to the back of her mound, and listen, almost tempted to stop her work and dance – twirling and whirling to the music, losing herself in the sounds of the grasshopper. But she would rub her little hands together and tut at herself and get on. ‘Busy, busy, busy,’ she would mutter as she swept and cleaned, collected and stored. ‘Keep busy, collect food, store it, tidy things away…’ The grasshopper smiled and waved at the ant, and sometimes the ant waved back. But the grasshopper was too busy singing and the ant was too busy working for them to have a long conversation.

Then, gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, the days shortened. The evenings started to draw in, the clouds scudding across the sky appeared more frequently, and the gentle breeze of summer became the more biting gusts of early autumn. At first the grasshopper didn’t mind. She drew in her wings, moved a little further down her grassy stem, and played a slower music, full of low notes and drawn out sounds, a sighing lament on the close of summer. But as the cold sting in the evening air turned into a windy chill and the morning dew whitened into frosty fingers, the grasshopper became less happy. She crouched many hours in her inadequate bed at the foot of the grass stem. She had no straw to cover her, and the breeze in the grass was a howling gale along the field floor. Gone now were the scurrying mice and the hopping and dancing rabbits. They were all deep in their nests and burrows, curled up warm, protected with fur and soft dried grass from the winter cold.

One day the snow came. It was a November snow – a flurry of light white flakes on the wind. The ground was too damp for much to settle, but the grasses and trees acquired an edging of glistening frost, as if a giant hand had outlined them in white. The grasshopper was almost frozen to the hard earth floor at the base of her grass. She had not eaten for days – maybe weeks. Summoning what little strength she had left she climbed the length of her now yellow blade of grass. From the top she could still see across the meadow, but it looked cold and bleak. No sign of life or warmth could she see, only the frozen tips of the grasses and the hard stony earth, now covered with a thin sprinkling of icy snow. She looked the other way. There, as always, was the ant’s mound. Despite its dusting of snow, it looked tidy and homely. She could see the neat entrance, where the ant had placed the old seed husks and nut shells which she could not eat. The grasshopper was starving and frozen. She imagined how cosy it would be inside the ant’s home – the warm interior safe from the wind, the food stored in neat piles, the ant sitting eating….

The grasshopper crept down her blade of grass, and staggered weakly along between the stems towards the wood. She felt the floor change under her feet, and the rocky earth of the meadow gave way to the mushy softness of the forest floor. Soon she could see the brown speckled mound of the ant’s house in front of her. Summoning all her last reserves of strength she crawled forward and lent on the wall of the house. With a great

effort she raised one thin leg and knocked, weakly, at the ant’s small, firm, leafy door. As if from far off she heard the noise of scurrying feet. The ant opened the door.

“Ant, my friend and neighbour, Ant!” exclaimed the grasshopper. “I am starving and frozen. I have had no food, no warmth. I am too cold to survive and too weak to live. Please lend me some of your food. Please share your home with me.”

“Grasshopper!” said the ant sternly. “Grasshopper, why is it that you have no food? How is it that you have no hole to be in, no nest to keep you warm?”

The grasshopper gazed back at the ant. Her mind was blurred. She could barely understand what the ant was saying. Her words seemed to come from far away.

“I worked and slaved all summer,” went on the ant. “In the long hot days, I collected nuts and berries, I strengthened my house and stored my food. What were you doing when the berries were out and the nuts hung from the trees? Where were you when the straw lay on the ground and the strips of hay could be gathered?”

The grasshopper again stared at the ant. “Summer,” she muttered, “summer. Oh yes, I remember summer. I sang. All summer long I played beautiful music. You heard me. I sang.”

The ant put her hand back on the door handle. “I see,” she said crisply. “I worked, you sang. Very well then, sing now.” And with that, she gently closed the door.

Week 2 Thursday Word reading/Transcription 3

We refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites. Y2Aut F 1 Traditional tales

The Fox and the Grapes

one hot summers day a fox was strolling through an orchard he spotted a bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch just the thing to quench my thirst he said drawing back a few paces he took a run and a jump and just missed the bunch he tried again taking a longer run-up this time and reaching for the grapes with both his mouth and his paws but again he failed again and again he leapt up towards the tempting bunch but at last had to give up the fox then walked away with his nose in the air saying I bet those grapes are really sour anyway