SPRINKLE

Introduction

Egli is 8-year-old.He loves science.

7am:One morning, Egli has to walk to school.On the way to school,he realizes that his shadow is verylong.Itis even taller than him!Maybe hopping will make my shadow even longer!

9.30 am:During his recess, Egli notices his shadow is shorter than in the morning.

It is about the same height him now!

12 pm: On his way hom from school,Egli looked very carefully at his shadow.

His shadow has become really, really, short! Egli begins to worry.Oh no

“My shadow is gowing smaller and smaller under the sun!”

It is going to disappear! Egli is really very worried.Egli couldn’t wait for his daddy to come home.6.30p.m:Egli ran out of the house to finds his daddy.

To his surprise ,Egli sees that his shadow hasn’t disappeared!

It is as tall as the shadow in the morning. Egli is glad that his shadow did not disappear.

7pm:The sky gets darker as Egli walks home with his daddy.He notices that his shadow becomes lightes as the sky gets darker.Egli is puzzled by what he sees.

Just as he is wondering, the street lamps light up

7.30pm:Egli sees three of his own shadows!Oh no! Does that mean that there are three of me,right now?

9.00pm: That night Egli cannot fall asleep.

Egli cannot help to think about his shadow.

 Egli’s questions:

 1.How is shadow formed?

 2.What causes the size and position of the shadow to change?

 3.What is the relationship between the length and position of the shadow and the time of the day?

 4.Based on the position of my shadow, how can I tell where is the light sourse

SPRINKLE

There was a small rain. The heavy rains looked as frightening or subtle as that.

 If he had encountered the spit, he would shout: "Come on, baby, get off the road! Drink it and go to bed!"

She is inclined.

 If there is light rain with big drops, and again, rain, it says, "Just hang around, baby, I have a lot of work today." So today, tomorrow.

 One day, the little rain stayed in bed. Her mother worries.

"What is with you, what do you do not get up to, if you're not sick?"

"No," said the little rain, "I'm just sad."

"Well, I did not hear that yet, and why?" Small rain storms: "Everyone is pushing me, I'm all bothered, I'm sorry. When I come out, no one can hear me, people do not open umbrellas, They say," It's not rain, it's a little rain. So, I'm not important, I do not need anyone, no one loves me. "

Mother kissed her. " Do not Cry!