How many prongs do あなた see? I see two on the bottom—but on the top, three
Solution: Cover the 上, ページのトップへ of the trident and あなた see two prongs. Cover the bottom and the trident now has three prongs. あなた can draw this object, but あなた can’t construct it. (impossible-object illusion)
THE ROYAL MESSENGER ARRIVING WITH A LETTER FOR THE KING
The red tape on the letter is longer than the blue. But is this really true? Remember, now あなた are in OPT!
Solution: Angles are sometimes tricky! The red and blue tapes on the envelope are the same length. If あなた remove the...
He was so small that his mother didn’t know he was there. The other piglets were always pushing and shoving, squealing greedily for food.
But the tiny pig was gentle, quiet, and never greedy. He always kept clean. While the other piglets rolled around in the mud, he would lie under his お気に入り 木, ツリー wishing for wings to carry him into the sky. One 日 he heard a terrible squeal. A large 雌豚, 種まき, 種をまく had fallen in the road. The little pig crawled under the fence and ran to help her.
He had to push with all his might, but at last he got the 雌豚, 種まき, 種をまく up on her feet again.
The 雌豚, 種まき, 種をまく thanked the little pig and she...
Every fall, when the leaves start melting into pretty purples and reds and those bright golden shades of pumpkin, Mama says, “Coat time, Gabrielle!”
And they ride two trains to Grandpa’s tailor ショップ in the city. On the Silver Express from Meadowlawn to Pennsylvania Station, Gabby sits close to the window, her nose pressed to the smudge-glass for nearly an hour.
At Penn Station they walk fast, through long, dark passageways and underground tunnels. On a distant speaker someone calls out, “Thirty-fourth Street! Thirty-fourth Street! Change here for the Downtown Express, Uptown Express and...
Boy: Tell me the story again, Grandfather. Tell me who I am. Grandfather: I have told あなた many times, Boy. あなた know the story によって heart. Boy: But it sounds better when あなた tell it, Grandfather. Grandfather: Then listen carefully. This may be the last telling. Boy: No, no, Grandfather. There will never be a last time. Promise me that. Promise me. Grandfather: I promise あなた nothing, Boy. I 愛 you. That is better than a promise. Boy: And I 愛 you, Grandfather, but tell me the story again. Please.
Grandfather: Once there was a boy child… Boy: No, Grandfather. Start at the beginning. Start at the beginning....