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 4 (Age 9-10 years). More information about Flesch–Kincaid readability tests can be found here.
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The Elephant's Nose
There was a time, when the elephant’s nose was no bigger than a boot that he could wriggle from side to side. But an elephant’s child changed all that. He was a curious fellow who asked ever so many questions. He asked the ostrich why her tail feathers grew just so. He asked the giraffe what made his skin spotty. He asked the hippo why his eyes were red, and the baboon why melons tasted as they did....
My Life – The Tale of a Butterfly
I am a little butterfly. My mother says I am very pretty like her. Now, I will tell you the story of my life. My mother is a real beauty. Her brown velvety wings have white spots on them. With her wings spread wide, she looks like a pretty flower. I am really proud of her. It was the month of October. My Life – The Tale of a Butterfly One day my mother flew over a milk-weed plant growing in a garden....
The Sparrow's Nest
Oh, why does the sparrow build a nest in the rain? Won’t the downpour wash the nest away? Asked the child, to her grandmother. Monsoon is a time when there are lots of worms, and that means food for the little ones! That’s why sparrows build a nest in the rain, said the grandmother with a smile The Sparrow’s Nest [Illustration by Anup Singh]
Adal-Badal: The Exchange
It was the hour of twilight on the day of the Holi festival. A group of village boys, gathered under a neem tree, were playing, throwing dust at one another. Amrit and Isab came walking arm-in-arm and joined them. Both were wearing new clothes stitched that very day, identical in every respect: colour, size and material. The boys were in the same class, at the same school and lived in houses facing each other at the corner of the street....
Cypress Street
I took a stroll down Cypress Street The hot sidewalk beneath my feet. The one thing that stood out the most Where trees once stood there were lamppost. I’d never seen so much concrete No Cypress left on Cypress Street. According to my Great Aunt Gem There used to be a lot of them. They cut them down. They took their wood A treeless street is plum no good! Just like a treeless neighborhood So tell the Mayor next time they meet…...
Parrots in My Garden
When it’s early morning Before it’s really light A flock of parrots flies across Looking trim and bright They swoop down on the juicy grams Which I love to throw They are not afraid of me The way they come and go! Soon my lawn is clean and clear Of every little grain Parrots in My Garden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] And then the parrots leave the place To fly back once again....
Silence is Golden
Once upon a time, a Chinese student once went to his teacher. He asked his teacher a question: “Sir, is there any good in talking a lot?” The teacher replied: “Toads and frogs croak night and day, but no one pays any attention to them. But the cock crows at a certain time of night and wakes up everyone.” Silence is Golden [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] The teacher smiled at his student and said, “This proves that no good is achieved by talking a lot....
The Foolish Thief
The moon was like a giant fluorescent light in the sky. It was a full moon night. And a foolish thief was getting ready to rob a villager’s house. He located the house he had decided upon and tip-toed inside. From the silvery world of moonlight outside, he had entered a dark room. He could not even see his own hand or foot. But on the wall near the roof, there was a ventilator. The moon’s rays came sliding through it to create a circle of light....
The Day Everything Went Wrong
On that day everything went wrong, I fell on the ground with a “BONG”! I hurt my elbows and knees And misplaced my cupboard keys. I dreamt of a horrible ghost, At breakfast I burnt my toast. I couldn’t find my tie, I couldn’t find my shirt And when I did find it, it was covered in dirt! I came to know, when I heard the clock’s chime That I had lost control of time....
A Town Called Boring
Once upon a time in India,there was a town called Boring. It was by the side of Dull Lake. The people of Boring never smiled; they did not know how to — Whether it was grownups or children. All the children ever did was study. They studied in school all day. On returning home they got busy with homework and with revision for class tests in school. No one played any games — there were no playgrounds in the town....