Caterpillar's matamorphosis into butterflies

______ the sun set, the temperature began to drop. A) After B) While C) Since She studied all night for her test. ______, she was confident when she walked into class. A) Meanwhile B) As a result C) Before We arrived at the park early. ______, we set up our picnic and waited for the others to arrive. A) First B) Later C) Then The alarm rang loudly. ______, I jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready. A) Before B) Immediately C) Eventually The Wright brothers made their first successful flight in 1903. ______, air travel has advanced significantly. A) Since then B) Before C) Meanwhile Example Paragraphs (Choose the Best Transition Word) Cooking Instructions First, preheat the oven to 375°F. ______, mix the flour, sugar, and baking powder in a large bowl. Next, add the eggs and milk, stirring until smooth. (Options: Then, Before, While) Historical Events The Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776. ______, the United States officially became a separate nation from Britain. (Options: As a result, Before, However) Personal Narrative I packed my bags and headed to the airport. ______, I realized I had forgotten my passport at home. (Options: Later, Suddenly, Before) Daily Routine Every morning, I wake up at 6 AM. ______, I brush my teeth and make a cup of coffee. (Options: First, Afterward, Meanwhile) Science Explanation The caterpillar forms a chrysalis. ______, it undergoes metamorphosis and transforms into a butterfly. (Options: Eventually, Meanwhile, Before)

Write questions similar to ______ the sun set, the temperature began to drop. A) After B) While C) Since She studied all night for her test. ______, she was confident when she walked into class. A) Meanwhile B) As a result C) Before We arrived at the park early. ______, we set up our picnic and waited for the others to arrive. A) First B) Later C) Then The alarm rang loudly. ______, I jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready. A) Before B) Immediately C) Eventually The Wright brothers made their first successful flight in 1903. ______, air travel has advanced significantly. A) Since then B) Before C) Meanwhile Example Paragraphs (Choose the Best Transition Word) Cooking Instructions First, preheat the oven to 375°F. ______, mix the flour, sugar, and baking powder in a large bowl. Next, add the eggs and milk, stirring until smooth. (Options: Then, Before, While) Historical Events The Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776. ______, the United States officially became a separate nation from Britain. (Options: As a result, Before, However) Personal Narrative I packed my bags and headed to the airport. ______, I realized I had forgotten my passport at home. (Options: Later, Suddenly, Before) Daily Routine Every morning, I wake up at 6 AM. ______, I brush my teeth and make a cup of coffee. (Options: First, Afterward, Meanwhile) Science Explanation The caterpillar forms a chrysalis. ______, it undergoes metamorphosis and transforms into a butterfly. (Options: Eventually, Meanwhile, Before)

A Caterpillar's Tale

Let's Make Shapes! A line connects two points. A line is longer than it is wide. Lines can be short, and lines can be long. Lines can be straight, and lines can be curved. You can bend lines to make a shape. You can join straight lines together to make a shape. You can join curved lines together to make a shape. There are many kinds of shapes. Circles, squares, rectangles, and triangles are geometric shapes. We can use geometric shapes to draw many things. When a line goes all the way around, it makes a circle. You can use a circle, three small circles, and a curved line to make a face. On another piece of paper, draw a circle. Then make it a mouse with eyes, ears, and whiskers. Use lines and more circles. If we cut a circle in half, we get two half-circles. You can use four half-circles to draw a caterpillar. On another piece of Then make it into a fish paper, draw a half-circle. with eyes, a tail, and fins. When a line turns a corner three times, it makes a triangle. Triangles have three sides and three corners. You can use triangles to make a face on a pumpkin. On another piece of paper, Then make it into a tree draw a triangle. with leaves and a trunk. When a line turns a corner four times, it makes a square. A square has four sides and four corners. Each side is the same length. You can use squares and half-circles to make a truck. On another piece of paper, draw a square. Then make it into a dog by adding ears, a tail, and legs. Use curved lines and straight lines. A rectangle has four sides, just like a square. Two sides are the same length. The other two sides are another length. You can use rectangles, circles, squares and lines to draw a bus. On another piece of paper, draw a rectangle. Then make it a house with a roof, two windows, and a door. Use a triangle and three rectangles. Now, on another piece of paper, make a picture using all of the shapes: circles, squares, triangles, and rectangles.

Bug Pals Five bugs are playing in a field. Bee and Ladybug can fly. Grasshopper can jump. Ant can run fast. But poor Caterpillar can’t fly or jump. He can’t run fast. Caterpillar is sad. He creeps away. The bugs have lunch. But where is Caterpillar? One day, they see a beautiful bug. It has gold wings. “It’s me! Caterpillar!” says Butterfly. “You’re not the same,” says Ant. “You’re Butterfly.” “Yes, I’m different now,” says Butterfly. “But I’m still your friend.”

Changes. Things are always changing, like the clock, the weather, and even me. It seems nothing ever stays the same. My life has been full of changes. Sometimes I don't feel good about them, but then later it gets better. Taffy, my kitty, ran away. We have looked for him all over, but we cannot find him anywhere. I miss Taffy a lot, and I am sad. Dad says that we can get another kitty. That makes me feel better. I don't know what I will name him, but I will always remember Taffy. My best friend, Robin, just moved away. The moving van took away everything, and the house is empty. I wish Robin were here to play with me. Robin now lives in the mountains. I have never seen mountains, but they sound like fun to visit. Mom says we can take an airplane, so I can see Robin and play with her again. The day I started the new school year, I was scared of all the new children in my class. I was afraid that they wouldn't like me, and that I couldn't run as fast as they do. Now I am happy because I have made lots of new friends. I like Sarah and Ana, and Mary Lou, who makes me laugh. I love my class and my teacher. Mom just took a new job at an office downtown. She's not here when I come home from school. My Aunt Barbara is here to give me cookies and milk. Then I wait and wait for Mom to come home. When the hands of the clock point straight up and down, she comes home, and that makes me happy. Things are always changing, even with me. Yesterday I looked in the mirror. My face looked like a Halloween pumpkin because I lost my first tooth. I had a big surprise when I woke up this morning. My tooth was gone from under my pillow. There was a note from the tooth fairy and a whole quarter. I'm going to save it to buy some colored pencils. In school I learned that crawly caterpillars change into butterflies. And tiny acorn nuts grow into great big oak trees. Mom says that long ago, she was little like me. Do you think some day I will change and be a grownup? I think I will be an artist.

Escape from Unsuitable Conditions Some species can survive unfavorable environmental conditions by escaping from them temporarily. For example, desert animals usually hide underground or in the shade during the hottest part of the day. Many desert species are active at night, when temper- atures are much lower. A longer-term strategy is to enter a state of reduced activity, called dormancy, during periods of unfavorable conditions, such as winter or drought. Another strategy is to move to a more favorable habitat, called migration. An example of migration is the seasonal movements of birds, which spend spring and summer in cooler climates and migrate to warmer climates in the fall. THE NICHE Species do not use or occupy all parts of their habitat at once. The specific role, or way of life, of a species within its environment is its niche (NICH). The niche includes the range of conditions that the species can tolerate, the resources it uses, the methods by which it obtains resources, the number of offspring it has, its time of reproduction, and all other interactions with its environment. Parts of a lion’s niche are shown in Figure 18-6. Generalists are species with broad niches; they can tolerate a range of conditions and use a variety of resources. An example of a generalist is the Virginia opossum, found across much of the United States. The opossum feeds on almost anything, from eggs and dead animals to fruits and plants. In contrast, species that have narrow niches are called specialists. An example is the koala of Australia, which feeds only on the leaves of a few species of eucalyptus trees. Some species have more than one niche within a lifetime. For example, caterpillars eat the leaves of plants, but as adult butter- flies, they feed on nectar. Plants and animals are able to share the same habitats because they each have different niches. FIGURE 18-6 niche from the Old French nichier, meaning “to nest” Word Roots and Origins www.scilinks.org Topic: Niche/Habitats Keyword: HM61029 mb06se_iecs02.qxd 5/24/07 10:25 AM Page 365 366 CHAPTER 18 ENERGY TRANSFER All organisms need energy to carry out essential functions, such as growth, movement, maintenance and repair, and reproduction. In an ecosystem, energy flows from the sun to autotrophs, then to organisms that eat the autotrophs, and then to organisms that feed on other organisms. The amount of energy an ecosystem receives and the amount that is transferred from organism to organism affect the ecosystem’s structure. PRODUCERS Autotrophs, which include plants and some kinds of protists and bacteria, manufacture their own food. Because autotrophs cap- ture energy and use it to make organic molecules, they are called producers. Recall that organic molecules are molecules that con- tain carbon. Most producers are photosynthetic, so they use solar energy to power the production of food. However, some autotrophic bacteria do not use sunlight as an energy source. These bacteria carry out chemosynthesis (KEE-moh-SIN-thuh-sis), in which they use energy stored in inorganic molecules to produce carbohydrates. In terres- trial ecosystems, plants are usually the major producers. In aquatic ecosystems, photosynthetic protists and bacteria are usu-

Broken windows are covered. Floorboards are patched and doors screwed back on. The road that was ruined by German tanks is shovelled and raked smooth. Boot-shaped bruises turn yellow then fade and disappear. Flowers grow and spread across the ugly German footprints stomped into garden beds. The village looks pretty once more. School stops for the summer and everyone is put to work on the kolkhoz, the village farm. Women and big boys begin harvesting the barley crops in the outer fields. The biggest girls milk the cows, morning and night, and keep the barns clean. Old Nikolay mends ploughs, horse harnesses, pitchforks and scythes in his workshop. Anna Pushinka teaches Yelena and her friends how to get the honey from the beehives that are scattered through the orchards. I am in charge of collecting eggs. My friends Olga and Nina help. Olga and Nina are five, a year younger than me. They are twins and look exactly alike, except Nina’s nose is a little bit crooked from when she fell out of bed and squashed it sideways on the floor. The hens, ducks and geese wander free in the summer, so collecting eggs is like a treasure hunt and takes hours. Catching the hens for their daily hugs takes even longer, but I think it’s important because hugs make everyone happy and happy hens lay bigger eggs. Olga says I’m the best hen-hugger in all of Russia. Nina says I’ll be the best cow-hugger, too, when my arms grow longer. But good hugs have nothing to do with the size of your arms. It’s all to do with the size of your heart. When we are done with the hens, Olga, Nina and I can spend the rest of the day doing whatever we like. We climb the apricot trees, chase squirrels, lie in the meadow marvelling at how hot Ushanka’s black fur becomes in the sunshine, make daisy chains and race little boats of bark in the stream. I teach Olga and Nina the alphabet and we use charcoal to write our letters and our names all over the village – on doors and walls and the freshly cut ends of firewood. In between, I practise my knots. In case the German princemonsters return. I slip into Old Nikolay’s workshop and tie knots in the harnesses hanging on the walls. I wander into gardens where the washing is hung out to dry and tie knots in the laces on pants and smocks. I creep up behind Anna Pushinka and tie knots in her apron strings. I find baling twine in the hay shed and tie my own ankles together. I do such a good job of these last knots that I can’t get them undone. I have to jump all the way to Olga and Nina’s house and ask them to cut me free with their mama’s knife. At the end of each day, Ushanka and I run out into the distant barley fields to meet Mama. This is my favourite part of the day, because Mama always shouts, ‘Little Rabbit!’ and smothers my head with kisses. And as we walk home, we sing. Everyone – women, big boys and me. I love to sing. Almost as much as I love to be kissed by Mama. Sometimes one of the boys, Mikhail, has his balalaika with him. He takes the instrument out from beneath the sheaves of barley piled high on the wagon and plays music. We sing about forests and orchards and people who find their true love. As we walk home, arm in arm, my heart fills with happiness and my belly swells with pride that I am allowed to sing along with the big boys. And I can almost forget about the German prince-monsters and their lies about Russia and their big ugly boots. Almost. But today, when Mikhail reaches for his balalaika, I see other things hiding beneath the barley sheaves. Three of the mamas rush forward and cover them up, but it’s too late. I know they are there. I’ve already seen them. Rifles. Lots of rifles. Mikhail hugs his balalaika to his chest and blushes. ‘So play!’ cries Mama, her voice oddly loud and high. ‘Let’s play Sasha’s favourite song, “The Little Birch Tree”.’ So Mikhail plays and everyone sings about the lovely birch tree with its curly leaves and the branches that will be turned into silver flutes. They sing too quickly, too loudly, and as they sing and walk, they cast nervous sideways glances at me. ‘It’s alright,’ I say, when the song comes to an end. ‘I didn’t see the rifles.’ Mama nods and smiles, and I know it was the right thing to say. But I did see the rifles. And I think about Yelena wanting to get lots of guns and dynamite for the Partisans so they can shoot the Germans and blow them into thousands of tiny pieces, and Mama looking as though she agreed, and I know this is what the mamas and the big boys are doing. As well as harvesting, they are helping the Partisans. Three days later, I wake before dawn and I am all alone. Yelena is always here beside me when I wake. But not this morning. I climb down from our bed above the stove. Mama is filling a cloth sack with bread. She ties it closed with a piece of string and hands it to Yelena. ‘Stay out of sight,’ says Mama. ‘And don’t return until after dark.’ ‘Where’s she going?’ I ask. ‘Nowhere,’ snaps Mama. ‘Then why does she need all that bread?’ I ask. ‘There’s nothing left for us.’ Mama baked four loaves last night and she has stuffed them all into the sack. Yelena opens her mouth, but before she can speak, Mama shoves her out the door and sends her on the way to nowhere. Mama turns and stares at me, her blue, blue cornflower eyes wide with worry. ‘I know,’ I say, flopping down on the bench. ‘I didn’t see any bread.’ Mama sits beside me and takes my hand. ‘And . . .?’ she prods, obviously waiting for more. I puzzle for a while, then say, ‘And I don’t have a sister called Yelena.’ Mama laughs, softly and with a little bit of sadness around the edges. ‘Sweet Little Rabbit! You do have a sister called Yelena.’ ‘I do?’ I ask, now confused. ‘I haven’t seen the rifles or the bread, but I have seen Yelena?’ ‘Yes.’ Mama smiles and the magic makes me smile, too. And I am glad that Yelena is real because I love her very much. ‘Yelena is real,’ Mama explains, ‘but she does not carry sacks of bread into the forest for the Partisans.’ ‘Of course not!’ I shout, slapping my forehead. ‘Because there is no bread!’ Mama laughs loudly now, with not a hint of sadness. She hugs me, pressing me against her warm, loving heart, covering my head with kisses. ‘Clever Little Rabbit,’ she murmurs, and then, in barely a whisper, ‘Your papa would be so proud.’ When I wake the next morning, Yelena is sleeping beside me, her mouth open, her braided hair unravelling. Mama is serving kasha to a strange woman seated at our table. I crawl down from above the stove and slide along the bench beside her. I stare at her pants, her tunic, the rope she is using as a belt and her big boots. She’s dressed like a man! And there’s a rifle leaning against the wall near the door. ‘Hello,’ I say. ‘I’m Sasha.’ The woman doesn’t reply. She just shovels down her kasha. I line my four wooden bears along the table in front of her bowl and say, ‘These are my bears: Big Bear, Medium Bear, Little Bear and Even Littler Bear.’ ‘Hello, Sasha. Hello, bears.’ She smiles but she doesn’t tell me her name. ‘Why are you dressed like a man?’ I ask, tugging at the sleeve of her tunic. ‘Because men’s clothes make it easier to run and climb and crawl and shoot,’ she says. ‘You’re a Partisan!’ I gasp. ‘But she’s not real,’ says Mama, placing a bowl of kasha before me. ‘Is the kasha real?’ I ask. Mama laughs. ‘Yes, Little Rabbit.’ I’m glad the food is real, because I’m hungry. But I’m disappointed that the woman is not real. I was going to ask if I could use her rope-belt to tie her ankles together. For practice. But if she’s not real, then the rope and her ankles aren’t either. The woman finishes her kasha, hangs her rifle over her shoulder, kisses Mama on the cheek then slips out the door. I run to the window to watch her leave, but by the time I get there, she’s gone. Vanished. ‘Because she’s not real,’ I whisper. A week later, Mama and I are working in the garden. We sing as we weed between the flowers and pluck caterpillars from the vegetables. Anna Pushinka is picking strawberries in her garden and wanders over. ‘Taste these,’ she says, holding out the basket. Mama reaches in and takes out a fat strawberry and a tiny piece of folded paper. The strawberry goes into her mouth, the paper into her pocket. ‘What’s on the paper?’ I ask. ‘Paper?’ Anna Pushinka replies with a wave of her hand. ‘Goodness, Sasha! Who has money for paper? These are lean times. We must choose between paper for writing and noodles for our soup. And I always choose noodles.’ She chuckles and I know the paper is yet another thing that is not real. That night, Mama slips the paper to Yelena, but she drops it on the floor. I pick it up for her, and I see that there are tiny words and numbers written all over it. I wish I could read better. I’m desperate to know what it says. Or rather, what it doesn’t say, because it’s not real. Later, when Mama has tucked us into our bed above the stove and Ushanka has wrapped herself around the top of my head, I ask Yelena, ‘What’s on the paper?’ ‘What paper?’ says Yelena. ‘The paper that isn’t real,’ I reply. Yelena stares at me, nibbling her lip, then whispers, ‘A message for the Partisans. Stuff about where the Germans have their headquarters and when their trains are travelling and where they store their ammunition.’ ‘Why?’ ‘So the Partisans can blow them up.’ Yelena grabs my arm. ‘But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.’ ‘What’s a secret?’ I ask. ‘The message.’ ‘What message?’ I say, my eyes wide. Yelena laughs. ‘Good boy, Sasha.’ My belly swells with pride. I know how to play this game. ‘How are your knots coming along?’ asks Yelena. ‘Good! Yesterday, I crept into the dairy and tied knots in the apron strings of all the girls who were milking and only one of them noticed. Today, I tied Olga’s ankles together with Mama’s embroidery thread and just now, while you were taking a bath, I tied the sleeves of your blouse together in an enormous knot.’ Yelena rolls her eyes, then says, ‘I’ll see if I can find you some rope for practising.’ ‘Practising what?’ I ask. ‘Your knots,’ she says. ‘What knots?’ Yelena, my big sister who is twelve and always serious t

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