We use the ‘Flesch–Kincaid Grade Level Formula’ to present scores as per US grade level. See all the grade levels here. Following articles, stories and features are appropriate for people at reading level of Grade 3 (Age 8-9 years). More information about Flesch–Kincaid readability tests can be found here.
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The Eagle and the Arrow
Eagle was a strange creature. He got his fun out of teasing and frightening the little birds. Even when he was not hungry, he would soar through the sky and swoop down on some unsuspecting birds and pretend to prey on them. The poor little birds would cower with fear and try to fly away. Eagle would then burst into an ear-piercing laugh and flap his wings disdainfully. “I am the King of the sky! How scared you all are of me,” he would exclaim....
Insect which Swims on Its Back
Swimmers, who are in a lazy mood and want to relax, prefer floating on their backs. Did you know that there is a bug that swims on its back? It is called the Backswimmer. It is about 0.13 to 0.63 inches long. Unlike many other insects who use their wings for this purpose, the backswimmers make use of their hind legs to paddle on their backs. Some of them have hair on their legs which help them to swim....
Beautiful Flowers that Stink!
A blow-fly was looking for an ideal place to lay eggs. Like rotting meat. So that when her little maggots were born, they could feed on the meat. As she turned a corner in the grassland, she smelt something stinking in the air. The smell of rotten meat! With great joy she perched on it and laid her eggs. She was happy that her children would have enough food to eat. The blow-fly did not know she had made a great mistake....
The Silly Cricket
A silly young cricket Sat on a wicket Singing all summer long He strummed his guitar And danced all the while Other creatures were busy Gathering their pile Soon winter came And he began to complain For he hadn’t a morsel to nibble on. So off he went In the wind and rain The Silly Cricket [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli] To the little black ants For a mouthful of grain. But ants don’t lend...
The Fearless Rhino
The rhino looks so fierce and strong He has a pointed spear His skin is rough and oh so tough He knows not what is fear! Do you want to meet him too? Go eastward – if you care Kaziranga is the name You’re sure to find him there! The Fearless Rhino [Illustration by Anup Singh] (C) Swapna Dutta
Elephants Don’t Diet!....
Poor Gol Matolu’s always sad. Why? I don’t know. She looks like the most perfect elephant. Tall, broad big ears, long strong trunk. No one likes to be sad. So why don’t you come with me to find out what the matter is with Gol Matolu? Ah! Here comes Hornbill, let’s ask him. “Hello, do you know why the elephant’s so sad?” “Of course I know. Just look at her if you will. Would you call her nose a nose or a bill?...
Mr Meant-to
Mr Meant-to has a comrade, And his name is Didn’t-do; Have you ever chanced to meet them? Did they ever call on you? These two fellows live together In the house of Never-win, And I’m told that it is haunted, By the ghost of Might-have-been. Mr Meant-to [Illustration by Anup Singh]
The Shop at the Corner
Butter and bread, Needle and thread; Sweets and candy, Yellow and red. Ice-creams, chocolates, Bells that ring; Music – which you’d Love to sing. Books and biscuits, Dolls and toys; I keep them all, For girls and boys! The Shop at the Corner [Illustration by Anup Singh]
A Cat’s Nightmare
The cat woke up with a beating heart She had just had a terrible nightmare. A little rat had pulled her whiskers and called her ‘Friend Cat!’ A Cat’s Nightmare [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Mama Moo on a Swing
It was a summer’s day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the flies were buzzing. All the cows were grazing in the pasture — all except Mama Moo. Mama Moo had sneaked away from the others and jumped over the fence. She had taken her bicycle and rode off toward Crow Forest. She was carrying something in the package holder on her bicycle. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! Mama Moo knocked on Crow’s branch. “Hi, Crow!", she whispered....