The Aardvark: A South African MammaL
This animal is also named antbear or Cape AntEater after the Cape of Good Hope.
Aardvarks have cylindrical shaped teeth that continue to grow through its lifetime!
Aardvarks live in African savannas, open grasslands, woodlands, and scrub, from southern Egypt to the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa.
It is a nocturnal animal which lives below the ground in burrows. It can weight between 40 and 65 kg and measures 1-1.30 metres. It eats ants of course!
The only fruit that an Aardvark eats is the Aardvark cucumber (Cucumis humifructus)
Aardvarks have cylindrical shaped teeth that continue to grow through its lifetime!
Aardvarks live in African savannas, open grasslands, woodlands, and scrub, from southern Egypt to the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa.
It is a nocturnal animal which lives below the ground in burrows. It can weight between 40 and 65 kg and measures 1-1.30 metres. It eats ants of course!
The only fruit that an Aardvark eats is the Aardvark cucumber (Cucumis humifructus)
Winnie-The-PooH
Lines written by a bear of very little brain...
On Monday, when the sun is hot
I wonder to myself a lot:
"Now is it true, or is it not,
"That what is which and which is what?"
On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.
On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it´s true
That who is what and what is who.
On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
And hoar-frost twinkles in the trees,
How very readily one sees
That these are whose- but whose are these?
On Friday -
On Monday, when the sun is hot
I wonder to myself a lot:
"Now is it true, or is it not,
"That what is which and which is what?"
On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.
On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it´s true
That who is what and what is who.
On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
And hoar-frost twinkles in the trees,
How very readily one sees
That these are whose- but whose are these?
On Friday -
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