## Excerpt:

Tick, tock, tick, tock, … you are reading a time clock.

In scientific terms, a quartz crystal vibrates at 32,768 Hertz per second.

Isn’t that just stunning? I mean in one second you have to count from 1 to 32,768 – it is humanly impossible. It is this vibration that has me in awe in this article. Please wait for it. That same 32,768-quartz-crystal makes a clock tick at one beat per second! But how?

It all started when my wife asked me to replace the batteries of two quartz clocks in our home. You will see them. They run on penlight batteries (AA). One of the clocks casings are translucent; the mechanisms are visible through the light-grey case. It is inexpensive and costs about \$5 to \$12 (US). Why all the fuss about such a cheap product? That is precisely the point—the miracle in the \$8 mechanism. I have searched how a quartz clock works; you don’t have to. It is then that I discovered the super brilliant video of Steve Mould on quartz clocks. Make sure you view it!

## Synopsis

This resource introduces a simple lesson of cardmaking with electrical circuits. STEM & STEAM focus. The project – a greeting card – includes cardboard, and an elementary electrical circuit running on 3 Volts (coin battery). The sticky copper strip circuit for the card involves the 3-Volt battery, a Led (light), and a switch. Arts and crafts are used to create the artwork – for example, watercolours, ink sketching, and more. The resource then progresses in discussing more advanced digital components like microprocessors (Microbit, Picaxe, Raspberry Pi, and Arduino). These sophisticated electronic devices could be included to produce a greeting card with more functions or a next project. The lesson encompasses integrated learning, critical thinking and global citizenship. A Tinker Space – located in the corner of a classroom – would be most beneficial so students can experiment with their ideas. Essential hand tools (scissors, pliers, side cutters, etc.) and a soldering station would be required for tinkering and creating quality projects. The focus is on Junior high school Design and Visual Communication, Technology and Digital Technologies. However, the resource is suitable for senior-primary school students.

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When the enemy – the devil – had issued a warrant for your arrest, you have to defend – and attack – like a strong, brave, and courageous warrior! When you are knocked down by the enemy – laying vulnerable on the ground and hearing the final count – you have to dig deep and pluck up the courage to stand up, dust yourself off, square your shoulders, and fight back. You have to do spiritual battle and destroy the forces of darkness by using your mouth. Faith has to rise up in your heart. Just as real as God our Father is and Jesus Christ our Rock are, the demonic forces and Satan is real. Satan intends to harm you, to destroy your future, to take you out by creating extreme situations. The enemy begins ‘boiling and freezing’ conditions. Attacks and exclusions (rejection) by people are such examples. Jesus refers to people who are under the influence and control of Satan:

You are of your father, the devil, and it is your will to practice the desires [which are characteristic] of your father. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks what is natural to him, for he is a liar and the father of lies and half-truths. John 8:44 Amp

## A TRUE STORY: Man spends three days in the deep, dark belly of a cruel monster, dying slowly.

This extraordinary true story of survival and rescue has gripped my attention and sent my imagination running wild. In April 2020, during the COVID-19 lockdown, I watched the documentary on the National Geographic channel with the title ‘Rescued.’ For days, I pondered the desperate situation Harrison found himself in on that day. There are so many unique aspects to the story. I have done some research, and I will share it with you. But first, the facts. The rescue was successfully executed in 2013.

## Childhood Memories of the Author: Read the slotcar story (Scalextric).

Pleasant childhood memory can provide us with pleasant thoughts. It is as sweet as honey. Our eyes light up when we tell these stories, and it elicits more and more delightful stories in the minds of those who are listening in — they can’t wait to share their childhood memories. It is so exciting. We are created for the narrative – sharing personal stories – it satisfies our soul.

I have some childhood memories to share – I have sketched them for you. I have summarised it in a title of only six words.  A six-word-memory. As you read this article, I hope you are prompted to think about some of your childhood memories.

In this article, I have included some things you could do to remember and enjoy your childhood memories.

## The Fox, the Badger, and the Megalodon Shark Tooth.

### MARS - FUTURE LIVING - A COMPELLING STORY

It is the year 2060. An astronaut, John Ogilvie, is living somewhere in space – he and his dog make a life-changing discovery. His life is in danger. Will he reveal what he has found? An Earth and space-altering decision is made. Paradigm shifts – equivalent to the astronomical upheaval in Copernicus’ time – are about to occur. A potential eruption is building.

### Excerpt:

I can see the flaming Sun—it is spewing red and yellow—I am so close to it. If I reach out, I can almost touch it.  It is very different here. It is dead quiet. Too quiet.

‘Am I really living here? It feels so surreal; I have to pinch myself.’

It is the year 2060.

Someone has asked me, ‘What is it like living out here?’

So, I explain: ‘I am five months travelling away from the known terra-firma – we have moved at a rocketing speed to get here. It is freezing cold. The Sun looks enormous from where I stand. I am afraid it will burn me. I have to turn my face away, down. I am out in the open – I feel so exposed.’

Very experienced and smart architects have come up with a couple of ‘house’ ideas, and here I am, living in one of them in this Godforsaken landscape. There is a patch of green here and there – our fruit and veg are covered with domes. The exterior texture of the pod we live in is rough and contains iron and basalt. It has the same colour as the surface of this place. The houses were created with a massive 3-D printer. When we landed, the three of us watched the large machine print our home right in front of our very eyes. The windows look like square alien eyes – installed after the printing was complete. This place doesn’t have a magnetic field – like Earth – to protect it from the rigours of space weather and the Sun’s radiation. The pod and windows are designed to protect us from the damaging rays of the Sun. Specifically, when the Sun flares up in hot spots.

The door resembles the mouth of a Star Wars alien mask. We looked like Space characters in our own extra-terra-suits when we first set foot on this place. Now we have settled into a normal routine. Work-eat-sleep.

My dog – Jason, a daschund – looks like a long hotdog covered in a white wedding suit; we call him a dogs-tronaut. Yip, it is really awkward, he moves slowly in his spacesuit. He fell over in the beginning when he excitedly jumped up onto our legs. He would lie on his back and row with his legs like a beetle that has unexpectedly landed on its back – a long white beetle moving slowly. We make jokes about him all the time. Jason the beetle-dog. Jason the vacuum-bag. And, now that his suit is all brown, we call him dirt-bag. So funny! It is so unusual to have a dog in a spacesuit. He is used to a collar and leash, but now, he is trained to back up into his spacesuit — if he wants to go for a walk. He looks hilarious.

We are out on a short walk today. Jason is right beside me, wagging his tail enthusiastically—but nobody sees it. He doesn’t know that no-one can see his tail. But, I know the way his body is shaking – it gives his tail wag away. He appears to be happy. But, is he really happy? I can’t see his eyes, a transparent screen covers his face. He arrived in a white spanking-new-spacesuit. His suit was a brilliant white colour some months ago; however, after all his explorations, it is now a tainted brown. The dust-bag is now a working dog. We don’t have a washing machine here.

The flaming Sun is reflecting on Jason’s visor. It filters harmful radiation. In front of us – as far as we can see – is a red, dry barren landscape. Brownish red and arid with no water or greenery in sight. The Sun is bright, very bright—it is a different bright. They told us that the Sun’s radiation is deadly. We have to protect ourselves at all times. I miss the warmth of the Sun’s rays on Earth on my body. It made me happy.

Violent wind storms of the past had whipped orange dust into the atmosphere, and it had settled in a myriad of fiery orange hues. The landscape is a combination of dirt, sand and rocks – a deserted relief. As I peer out of my helmet’s visor, I raise my white-gloved hand in front of my face to shield me from the worst of the Sun’s futile glare. Walking in the spacesuit is difficult; it is bulky and uncomfortable. Where there are rocks, my footsteps disappear as if I had not been there. My air supply is low – the red light on the side of my visor is flashing – I have to return to the pod to top up.

I am lonely here. I think Jason is alone too. It is quiet here, not a sound: no birds, no cars, and no neighbour chatter. I can’t even hear the wind. I miss the happy noises of animals and the friendly voices of people.

I am hungry — Jason too. Jason is going to be very disappointed in his lunch today. It is the same as yesterday and the day before—synthetic minced meat in a tube – grown in a lab. I will try the spinach and potato mash for lunch today, or maybe the pasta with tomato paste and synthetic beef. All our food is mashed into large tubes. Some of it has small chunks in it, just to break the monotony of the mash. In fact, all our food is mashed up and stored in tubes. I miss Earth today. I feel so sorry for Jason.

While standing outside, about a kilometre from our pod, something unexpected happened. Jason saw the movement too. Immediately, instinctively, he chased after it.

‘What was that? Was it a shadow?’

I had the shock of my life. What is going on?

“Come back, Jason, Jason!”

Jason can’t hear a thing. We are now both low on oxygen! I decided to run after him. We are getting further away from the pod.

“Jason, Jason!”

“Come back, Jason!”

*ADDITIONAL TO THE STORY: Also, see the lessons for teachers and students:Aeronautical engineer (Mars Living): https://fivehousepublishing.com/2019/12/19/ten-free-lessons-i-am-an-aeronautical-engineer-modeling-in-minecraft-and-a-stem-project-water-propelled-rocket/

## HOW TO CREATE GOAL SETTING SYSTEMS THAT WORKS

You won’t believe how simple it is to set goals and achieve them. It is just like rowing in a rowboat! The most important thing is making small marginal changes in the way you do things. How do you eat an elephant? The answer is piece by piece. Here – in this article – I will share with you what I have learned about achieving a personal goal.

My goal? To develop my sketching skills in my special notebooks, specifically using watercolours.

I love making notes and simple sketches in my notebooks. Quality paper and a hardcover notebook are essential to me. I love to feel a quality notebook in my hands. So, I have been on a journey to set a goal of making at least one watercolour sketch every 3 days. I have been at it for 6 weeks now.

## A STUNNING TRUE STORY: HOWARD KIRBY RAISED A STANDARD. A TRUE BANNER OF 'DOING THE RIGHT THING.'

#### EXCERPT:

When the foam opened, green and white paper parcels stared at Howard Kirby. He pushed his hand into the foam cushion; he could feel more packets! Kirby pulled a couple out. The green and white paper packets were wrapped in separate packages - transparent plastic neatly divided several stacks. Some neatly printed labels – marking the packets – were written on the packets to mark the small parcels. It was meticulously organised.

Slowly he pulled all the packets out of the pocket. He placed it on the couch; some packets dropped out of his hand and fell to the ground. He grabbed the cushion by the ears - pocket opening facing down - and shooked every parcel out. He checked and double-checked the pocket in the foam. It was empty. While holding the cushion in both hands, his eyes were transfixed on the green and white coloured packets lying on the couch and the ground. He placed the cushion back on the ottoman and picked up two packets - one in each hand.

‘How on earth did this get into the ottoman?’ he whispered to himself. ‘What a windfall!’

Continues ..........

## SKETCHING WITH FABULOUS WATERCOLOURS

The sheer pleasure of seeing the black ink flow from different nibs onto a top-quality watercolour notebook or sketchbook will bring joy to your soul. When choosing, mixing and applying watercolours to those sketches – seeing the pigment doing magic on the page – with a watercolour brush that oozes delight, frees the soul and awakens the senses. It is pure therapy; the sometimes troubled heart – in a modern, instant, and busy world, which appears to be out of kilter – has to find solace somewhere.

FEATHERED INK

The black river flows from deep within,
It conjures up vivid memories from the past;
It stains the pure white paper,
It squiggles; it makes a mark.

The liquid-coloured-pigment rushes to a special corner,
It highlights the bright sun.
It touches the black ink and it feathers;
There is a hint of sadness.

Then, as I step back, I see the full picture;
It is beautiful!
The memory on the paper flows and flows;
As it dries, my heart is etched in full colour.

By William Van Zyl

## ‘Centrifugals and Centripetals’

What are the forces that ‘centrifugals or centripetals’ your life? Or, maybe there is no pull. Are you alone and weightless? Are your joints, bones, and muscles aching?

What do Potočnik and the wheel of Von  Braun – aeronautical concepts and pioneers – have to do with spiritual and other life forces?

In the modern contemporary world that we live in today – being constantly pulled in all different directions and threatening to fly apart – what could we do to keep our joints (faith) muscles (resilience) and bones (hope and promises) strong? Are these foreign forces overpowering you? Have you ever sat down and investigate the ‘gravitational forces’ that are influencing you? Are your bones and muscles weakening? Are your hope and faith dashed? Do you feel unloved?

Maybe you are affected by the lack of solid and consistent centripetal and centrifugal forces? Are you feeling lonely? Have you lost your sense of direction?

In this unusual juxtaposition of science and spirituality, I use an unexpected parallel between the two to drive my point home. You will be pleasantly surprised. Please read on. I address the destroying forces that humans may experience today. However, I offer a possible solution.

## Introduction

The parable of the stylish fisherman and how he caught the most beautiful woman alive will get everyone’s attention; the word stylish will make men turn their heads in this direction. How did the fisherman land the extravagant catch you may ask? I am glad you have asked. Every beautiful, elegant and exquisite woman wants a stylish gentleman next to her side. In this article, I will list and briefly discuss amazingly useful ideas and things that the style rookie could do to elevate his style to the next tier, namely ‘stylish gentlemen.’ Experienced men – if you are a late starter – this article on style is also for you! Parents with young boys will find this read very useful.

Back to the parable, I am not talking about the live bait of the fisherman. Not the earthworm, or the cricket, I am talking about the angler’s use of style –fishing flies. I am referring to a man’s style, his presence, his confidence, his speech, and most importantly, his appearance. In short, I will use the presentation of the ‘hook.’ In a freshwater fishing context, the lure, the fly, the spinner. The underlying paradigm of this article is marriage – holy matrimony.

The ‘parable’ is about a young fisherman who could not catch any fish on a specific day. Being tired and disappointed, he took a feather from his wide-brimmed hat and tied it to his hook. He tied the beautiful feather to the hook with a fragile thread. It all happened just before he went home. Quite disappointed at the end of that day, he tied the newly fashioned hook to his trout fishing line. On his second cast, a large trout took the fly! The colossal trout sent the reel screaming. The rainbow trout rocketed out of the water –vertically – doing everything in its power to escape. It was a sparkling rainbow beauty! He landed it, and the entire day ended with a highlight. Why am I telling this story? What is the moral of the story, you may ask? Be creative and innovative with your style. If you are stuck in a rut, make changes to your style; develop your fly box. Include variety. Be successful every day!

## Vuurberg (Afrikaanse Gedig)

Ek slaan my oë op na die vuur,

Fyn-wolk watte spinne-reën voor die son.

‘Dit is net damp.’

Vroegoggend slaan die vuur uit van agter die berg.

Die vuur-kolom het die destruksie van die nag verlig,

Negentien het nie naby my gekom nie – n vuurkolom het wag gehou.

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Die verbond en die magtige berg, Sinai, het die pes verteer.

Op diè genadeplek – tussen die twee gerubs – op die deksel van die ark,

Daar het ek Sy stem gehoor:

“Bly op die genade plek – daar sal jy My stem hoor.”

Die stem van die Allerhoogste, gee my kalmte,

Ek geniet die beskerming van die Almagtige.

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Sy vere en Sy vlerke bedek my – dit vou my toe.

Die warm nabyheid kan ek op my vel voel,

Die voëlvanger kan my nie vind nie.

Hy is my kleiner man-tot-man gevegskild,

Hy is ook die groot skild wat die pyle breek.

Hy is die snydende swaard wat uit my mond uitgaan.

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Deur die nag het die pes getrek – dit het verby getrek.

Die diep granaat-rooi op die deurkosyn het die mag van die pes geknak.

Dit gaan oor my soos n ligte damp – dit is net fyn druppels.

Ek sien dit; maar as die son sy verkyning maak,

Verdamp die gevaar van die nag.

Die berg is nou verlig – Sy Vuurkolom-stale dryf die onheil weg.

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Deur William Van Zyl (16 April 2020)

## A UNIQUE AND STUNNING STORY: The Astronaut John Ogilvie is in dire straits. What should he do?

It is the year 2060. An astronaut, John Ogilvie, is living somewhere in space – he and his dog make a life-changing discovery. His life is in danger. Will he reveal what he has found? An earth and space altering decision are made. Paradigms shifts – equivalent to the astronomical upheaval in Copernicus’ time – are about to take place. A potential eruption is building....

### EXCERPT:

I can see the flaming Sun—it is spewing red and yellow—I am so close to it. If I reach out, I can almost touch it.  It is very different here. It is dead quiet. Too quiet.

‘Am I really living here? It feels so surreal; I have to pinch myself.’

It is the year 2060.

Someone has asked me, ‘What is it like living out here?’

So, I explain: ‘I am five months travelling away from the known terra-firma – we have moved at a rocketing speed to get here. It is freezing cold. The Sun looks enormous from where I stand. I am afraid it will burn me. I have to turn my face away, down. I am out in the open – I feel so exposed.’

Very experienced and brilliant architects have come up with a couple of ‘house’ ideas, and here I am, living in one of them in this Godforsaken landscape. There is a patch of green here and there  our fruit and veg are covered with domes. The exterior texture of the pod we live in is rough and contains iron and basalt. It has the same colour as the surface of this place. The houses were created with a massive 3-D printer. When we landed, the three of us watched the large machine print our home right in front of our eyes. The windows look like square alien eyes – installed after the printing was complete. This place doesn’t have a magnetic field  like Earth  to protect it from the rigours of space weather and the Sun’s radiation. The pod and windows are designed to protect us from the damaging rays of the Sun. Specifically, when the Sun flares up in hot spots.

The door resembles the mouth of a Star Wars alien mask. We looked like Space characters in our own extra-terra-suits when we first set foot on this place. Now we have settled into a normal routine. Work-eat-sleep.

My dog – Jason, a daschund – looks like a long hotdog covered in a white wedding suit; we call him a dogs-tronaut. Yip, it is really awkward; he moves slowly in his spacesuit. He fell over in the beginning when he excitedly jumped up onto our legs. He would lie on his back and row with his legs like a beetle that has unexpectedly landed on its back – a long white beetle moving slowly. We make jokes about him all the time. Jason the beetle-dog. Jason, the vacuum-bag. And, now that his suit is all brown, we call him dirt-bag. So funny! It is so unusual to have a dog in a spacesuit. He is used to a collar and leash, but now, he is trained to back up into his spacesuit — if he wants to go for a walk. He looks hilarious.

We are out on a short walk today. Jason is right next to me, he is wagging his tail enthusiastically—but nobody sees it. He doesn’t know that no one can see his tail. But I know the way his body is shaking – it gives his tail wag away. He appears to be happy. But, is he really happy? I can’t see his eyes, a transparent screen covers his face. He arrived in a white spanking-new-spacesuit. His suit was a brilliant white colour some months ago; however, after all his explorations, it is now a tainted brown. The dust-bag is now a working dog. We don’t have a washing machine here.

The flaming Sun is reflecting on Jason’s visor. It filters the harmful radiation. In front of us – as far as we can see – is a red, dry barren landscape. Brownish red and arid with no water or greenery in sight. The Sun is bright, very bright—it is a different bright. They told us that the Sun’s radiation is deadly. We have to protect ourselves at all times. I miss the warmth of the Sun’s rays on Earth on my body. It made me happy.

Violent wind storms of the past had whipped orange dust into the atmosphere, and it had settled in a myriad of fiery orange hues. The landscape combines dirt, sand and rocks – it is a deserted relief. As I peer out of my helmet’s visor, I raise my white-gloved hand in front of my face to shield me from the worst of the Sun’s futile glare. Walking in the spacesuit is difficult; it is bulky and uncomfortable. Where there are rocks, my footsteps disappear as if I had not been there at all. My air supply is low – the red light on the side of my visor is flashing – I have to return to the pod to top up.

I am lonely here. I think Jason is alone too. It is so quiet here, not a sound: no birds, no cars, and no neighbour chatter. I can’t even hear the wind. I miss the happy noises of animals and the friendly voices of people.

I am hungry — Jason too. Jason is going to be very disappointed in his lunch today. It is the same as yesterday and the day before—synthetic minced meat in a tube – grown in a lab. I will try the spinach and potato mash for lunch today, or maybe the pasta with tomato paste and synthetic beef. All our food is mashed into large tubes. Some of it has small chunks in it, just to break the monotony of the mash. In fact, all our food is mashed up and stored in tubes. I miss Earth today. I feel so sorry for Jason.

While standing outside, about a kilometre from our pod, something unexpected happened. Jason saw the movement too. Immediately, instinctively, he chased after it.

‘What was that? Was it a shadow?’

I had the shock of my life. What is going on?

“Come back, Jason, Jason!”

## Gebasseer op n ware verhaal: Beddeken Tossels.

Mev Venter lê bewusteloos op haar bed; n sagte suiggeluid breek die stilte in die slaapkamer.

Mev Venter toon geen respons.

Daar is die suig geluid weer.

Mev Venter lê roerloos dwars oor haar bed.

Op die grond beweeg n klein bondeltjie.

Twee klein armpies swaai en gryp in die lug.

Die klein vasgedraaide klein mensie kan nie meer huil nie.

Dit is dag twee.

Dan ontwaak Mev Venter uit haar diep slaap.

“Waar is my baba?”

Haar liefdevolle hand soek oor haar bed. Hy is weg.

Sy raak angstig.

Dan, kyk sy na die vloer.

“Daar is hy, daar is hy!  Hy het iets in sy mond. O nee!”

Fransie maak sy oë oop as hy sy ma se stem hoor.

Sy mond beweeg in a suig beweging.

Dan swaai sy arms asof hy nie asem kan kry nie.

“Wat is in jou mond?” roep Fransie se ma uit as sy opspring en hom opraap.

Sy is deur die slaap. N diep slaap.

Die stukkie lyn van n bruin klos steek by sy mond uit.

Sy trek die nat gekoude bondel uit haar baba se mond.

Dit is n tossel! Hy het n beddeken tossel in sy mond. Dit is my beddeken se tossel!” gil Mev Venter.

Klein Fransie hyg na sy asem.

“Dank die Vader hy lewe!” sug Mev Venter.

## Essay: Soft bait is a silent killer.

Synthetic fishing lures have been developed to catch any type of freshwater and saltwater fish. Designers and manufacturers have spent large amounts of money, time, and resources, on creating the most effective lures and soft baits. Soft bait is so effective that it is far more effective and successful than organic appeal in some instances. It kills.

The question is, how can soft bait silently kill thousands?

## Excerpt:

When a helium balloon pops hundreds of meters high in the sky, it glides and floats down as soft bait. The Maori Sky Father (New Zealand context) – Ranginui – immediately issues a warning:

(Kia Mataara, Kia Mataara!)

Rubber jellyfish, rubber octopuses, and rubber sea anemones plop into our oceans every day. The colour of the 'bait' is bright and enticing. It moves in the water, waving its tentacles and arms, inviting sea life to come closer. As if performing a magic trick, it says, ‘Eat me, please eat me!’ For sea turtles, it is camouflaged as a silent killer. Other sea life and birds are also affected.

Nevertheless, what can we do to solve this problem? Sky lanterns also pose a threat. The lanterns are more biodegradable than balloons, right? The beautiful floating lanterns lit up the sky for our enjoyment. Large paper ‘bags’ – propelled by burning candles suspended just below the mouth of the bags – are made of paper. Harmless paper, right? Green designers — please listen and investigate — there are metal parts in the sky lanterns!

Let’s continue to look at helium balloons. Moreover, for sea turtles, it is camouflaged as brightly coloured jellyfish. Other sea life and birds are also affected. When digested, it blocks the animal's intestines. Do we take enough notice? What are we doing about it? With many sea turtles dying and other sea and water life affected, we have a decision to make. The question is, do we want helium balloons, or do we want sea turtles? We can’t have both. Will we choose short-term entertainment, or will we choose to keep sea turtles alive in their natural habitat. When sea turtles mistakenly eat balloons as jellyfish, they die. While most ocean animals confuse burst balloons as food, other sea and freshwater creatures also consider the deadly rubber edible. Interestingly, when researchers looked at the death of 1733 seabirds from 51 species, they found that one in three birds had ingested balloons. Plastic and rubber in our oceans are a huge problem.

Sea turtles employ a vital position in the food chain – providing an ecological equilibrium. What do we know about sea turtles? Even at diminished population levels, they play an essential role in ocean ecosystems.  Their function? They maintain healthy seagrass beds and coral reefs and provide critical habitats for other marine life. All of them help balance aquatic food webs and facilitate nutrient cycling from water to land. Do we want to disturb the oceans' biodiversity and risk losing sea life and, consequently, most of our vital food sources?

‘Floating jellyfish' over a city. It carries a message.

### LESSON - ESSAY WRITING:

Write a 1000-word essay on Helium balloons and Sky lanterns; discuss the devastating effects on our oceans' marine life? Focus on hooking the reader in— provide an engaging introductory paragraph. Choose a title for the Essay that draws attention. Make it pop. Consider your first sentence – setting the scene for the Essay. Compare and contrast some of the research data and other known facts. Use the exemplar essay for inspiration. Using your current writing skill — and challenging yourself —improve your paragraph writing, sentence styles, punctuation, and more in the process.

Plan your Essay. Show your planning (take a picture and add it at the end of your Essay. Please share it with your teacher (Google Doc). For example, show the introduction paragraph, the body (middle), and the concluding paragraph. Take the body paragraph and carefully plan how you would use your research data.

You could use helium balloons and Sky lanterns for your Essay. However, if you want to write about something else, that harms the environment, please do so.

### LEARNING INTENTION:

1. Hooking the reader in with an exciting and compelling introduction.
2. Spend time on your very first sentence, crafting a uniquely designed sentence.
3. Planning and structuring of the paragraphs.
4. Include a comparison and contrast of two subjects: E.g. helium balloons and sky lanterns.
5. Exploring the sustainable practice of these items and the impact on the environment (parts, movement, animal behaviour, and more).
6. Conclusion: delivering a powerful sentence/paragraph at the end (short/ powerful/proactive).
7. Providing additional links and resources to inspire young writers to write on the topics of helium balloons and sky lanterns in the environment. Young writers could explore other sustainable aspects and other unsustainable ideas related to the named subjects — harming the environment. For example, meteorologists’ helium balloons pop high up in the sky and eventually fall to earth. Skyfall. It could reach land, the ocean, a river or a dam. Though we all need weather data, how could these large rubber balloons influence the environment? Are alternative solutions available? Are there other methods to collect weather data?
8. This lesson was inspired by the Write that Essay (WTE) education company in New Zealand. See https://www.writethatessay.org/. 12-sentence styles, paragraph styles, and more.

## Fantasy Prophecy is a fascinating and compelling technique for Writing Fiction and Non-fiction.

Prophecies, or a prophecy, can add a fascinating plotline to a novel. It gives depth. It cleverly weaves mystery and suspense into the fabric of the story. It elevates the storyline. It intrigues!

[Prophesy] instils [a] story with a great sense of importance – as if the ages were waiting for this one conjuncture of events or particular character to come to prominence.  It can sometimes be found in historical novels, but it is in fantasy writing that the use of prophecy is far more common, becoming almost an art form.  Many readers may think that creating a fictitious prophecy would be straightforward. Still, it certainly isn’t, and it is especially difficult if you wish to imbue it with a high level of mystery and complexity.  After sprinkling prophecy throughout Game of Thrones, George R R Martin said ‘Prophecies are, you know, a double edge sword.  You have to handle them very carefully; they can add depth and interest to a book, but you don’t want to be too literal or too easy.

Credit: Thomas M D Brooke. Link https://thomasmdbrooke.com/2016/08/11/great-fantasy-prophecies/

When writers use this technique successfully – like Herman Melville in Moby Dick and Shakespeare in Macbeth –they advance their stories to a new level. The two famous authors successfully display their accomplished writing skills by applying this technique. They produce anticipation, mystery, and suspense.

From the author’s sketchbook: Moby-Dick; or ‘The Whale’ is an 1851 novel by American writer Herman Melville. The book is the sailor Ishmael's narrative of Ahab's obsessive quest, captain of the whaling ship Pequod, for revenge on Moby Dick. The colossal white sperm whale - Moby Dick - snapped Captain Ahab's leg off at the knee. Ahab is out on the deep blue ocean in a whaling boat. He is seeking revenge!

From the author’s sketchbook: The Tragedy of Macbeth by Shakespeare. Malcolm's soldiers were carrying the branches of Birnam Wood toward Dunsinane Castle to obscure their numbers. In the play, Macbeth is a Scottish general under the rule of King Duncan. Three witches tell Macbeth that he will become king of Scotland. Macbeth is spurred by his ambition and his wife, murdering Duncan and acceding to the throne. His reign is bloody and tyrannical and is ended by the combined forces of Scotland and England, published in 1623.

Artwork (watercolours and ink)-Herman Melville. Credit: William Van Zyl.

## A brief overview of the novel - THE LITTLE PRINCE:

The famous novel by Saint-Ex – a children's book written in French – is about a young prince who visits various planets in space, including Earth, and addresses themes of loneliness, friendship, love, and loss. The Little Prince makes observations about life and human nature. The book is said to have many layers of life lessons locked into an unusual story. Several people have commented that the lessons they have learned from the book have impacted their lives.

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The famous French writer: Antoine De Saint-Exupèry.

From my sketchbook: Le Petit Prince (French).

The bracelet of the famous French writer found in a fishing net. Incredible find! Credit image: By Fredriga - Photo prise à Marseille Durant l&#039;été 2009., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7895755