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The Mouse, the Mole, and the Rabbit 

            In most ways, George was a typical field mouse.  He was golden brown with short, twitchy whiskers, small beady eyes, and a long pink tail.  The unfortunate thing about George was that trouble had a way of finding him.  It wasn’t that he was careless, but he certainly was clumsy.  For example, after spotting a particularly fat acorn pushed half way into the soft mud of a riverbank he tripped over his tail and did somersaults straight into the gurgling river.  Fortunately, a little luck was on his side because he plopped onto a large lotus leaf that had fallen into the river and had been caught by a low lying branch.  The force of George landing on the leaf propelled both the leaf and George spinning down the river.  George seriously thought it was the end.  He watched terrified from the edge of the leaf as the forest went from being recognizable to very unfamiliar.  Just about the time George started to give up hope of ever touching dry land again, the river began to slow down.  The leaf stopped spinning and he was able to grasp a maple seed that was floating nearby.  Using the seed, he was able to paddle to the safety of the shore.  Cold, wet, exhausted, and lost, George curled up under a piece of dry moss and fell fast to sleep.

            “Ouch!” George squawked.

            “What was that?” shrieked a fat gray rabbit.

            “It’s me!” exclaimed George as he crawled out from under the moss and shook the dust from his ears.

            “Well, what are you doing under there?” the rabbit asked indignantly.

            So George told the rabbit, whose name was Phil, the tragic story of how he clumsily fell into the river and how he was lost.

            “I know an old mole that may be able to help you, let me take you to him.” offered Phil.

            George followed the fat rabbit a little ways down the river bank to a majestic weeping willow with knotted roots.  Hidden under one root was a small wooden door which Pill tapped on three times.

            The door slowly creaked open, and there was a brown mole.

            “Who’s there?” the mole asked while blinking his eyes in the bright light.

            “It’s Phil.” said the rabbit.

            “Here Martin, put your glasses on so you can see!” Phil said, as he gently slipped the old moles glasses onto his nose.

            “OH, that’s much better!”

            Phil introduced the mouse to the mole, and George told Martin his sad story.

            “Hmm, you are in a predicament.” said Martin. “You certainly can’t get home the way you came.  The river only runs one way, and it would be too dangerous and long for you to try to walk home, even if you did follow the river bank.  I think your only choice is to ask the wise owl for advice.”

            At this suggestion Phil began to shriek with laughter.  He rolled from side to side clutching his stomach.  When he finally caught his breath he said, “Martin you have finally lost your mind like you always lose your glasses!”

            “Oh, Mr. Martin there is no way I could talk to an owl! They’re vicious and they have claws like daggers and a beak that is razor sharp!  I would be his tasty appetizer!” said George.

            Phil began to snort with laughter again.  The snorting turned into hooting and, once again, the rabbit began to roll around in hysteria.  Carelessly, Phil rolled too close to the edge of the river bank and it wasn’t until it was too late that he realized how close to the edge he was.

            “Splash!”

            “Help me!” Phil cried as his head bobbed in and out of the water.

            “Help me! Rabbits can’t swim!” he cried even louder.

            George and Martin starred at poor Phil without moving, because they knew there was absolutely nothing they could do.  Just as Phil’s head sunk below the water for a third time a loud whooshing sound came from just over George’s head.  There, flying out to Phil, was the biggest owl George had ever seen.  The owl flapped his wings one more time and then, in one motion, plucked Phil out of the river, and then dropped him onto the bank alongside George and Martin.

            “Oh! Oh! Oh!” was all Phil could say.

            George found his voice first.

            “Th-Th-Thank you, Mr. Owl, sir” George stammered.

            “Ba-Ba-Ba!” Phil muttered.

            The owl nodded slowly.

            “Please, Mr. Owl, it was suggested that you may be able to help me too.” George said bravely. 

            The owl cocked his head as if he were listening.

            “Well you see…” George told his story for a third time.

            “I would be happy to help you.” the owl said.

            “Climb onto my back and hold tight to my feathers.”

            George cautiously climbed up as Phil continued to sputter, and Martin waved goodbye.

            “See Phil, you can’t judge someone by how they look.” Was the last thing George heard as they lifted off the ground.

            “Indeed, you can’t.” whispered George.

 Moral: You can’t judge a book by its cover               

 

 

Special Places

 

Los Angeles, California


    If I could go anywhere in the United States, it would be Los Angeles.  I have always wanted to go to the west coast because I want to learn how to surf.  I really love the beaches here in Michigan, but the waves just don’t get big enough.  Los Angeles isn’t right on the ocean, but it is a good center point for all sorts of great surfing up and down the coast of California.  Another big reason why I would choose Los Angeles is because that is where USC is located.  I have wanted to go to USC since I was in second grade.  It was their football team that first made me like them, but now I know that it is also a really great university with lots of opportunities.  They have more international students there than any other university in the United States, and it is located right in the downtown Arts and Education corridor.  You can go to college, surf, and be real close to where movies are made if you go to the University of California.

 

 

 

 

 

Some information was found  http://www.usc.edu/about/ataglance/
http://www.callcenterscript.com/2005/11/riding_the_wave_1.html

http://www.barbspics.com/posters/08_NCAA/USC_Trojans.html

 

 

 

Special Places

                                                                 Lake Michigan  

Lake Michigan is an amazing sight to see.  It is one of the five great lakes which was formed during the last Great Ice Age as glaciers moved over the region.  It is a very important lake to the state as well as the other states it borders because of its fresh water and the vast ecosystem that it supports.  The economic resources produced through the many activities found on and near the lake is also important.  The shores of Lake Michigan stretch over 200 miles and offer enormous sand dunes to explore, as well as beautiful sunsets to watch.  Some recreational activities that people enjoy on Lake Michigan are fishing, boating, and swimming.  Many state parks, golf courses, wineries, and resort towns attract tourists to our state which helps our economy.  The long sandy beaches and the endless blue water of Lake Michigan should not be missed.       


Some information from    www.dnr.state.wi.us/org/water/greatlakes/lakemichigan.html
 additional information  http://www.michigan.org/partners/BeachTowns/Default.aspx?link=travnavhttp://www.michiganfish
michiganfishingonline.comingonline.
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http://blog.ratestogo.com/best-us-lakes-for-a-family-vacation/

 

 

 

 

 

The New Truth 

            Earth looked beautiful all shiny and blue in the sky.  The Protectors had their version of history which explained that the population of “New Truth Biosphere” was an important experiment that would lead to new colonies of humans all over the universe.  The true version was a story told to scare little children in hushed tones when the protectors were out of ear shot.  The truth was that humans had ruined Earth through their abuse and neglect of the environment, and carelessness with its resources.  Nuclear war had finally forced a few remaining scientists and surviving humans to retreat to the moon.

            Part of the reason “New Truth” had been so successful in the sixty three years since the first colonists arrived was that the original group had set up a system of three classes: Protectors, Producers, and Scientists.  I, David 2NF1, and my friends Jonathon and Ruby were chosen to be producers when we were born.   Our whole lives had been a training session on how to grow food, make oxygen, and how to maintain the biosphere for the descendents of the last humans. 

            Colonial Raymar was the leader of New Truth.  He pretended to be a thoughtful and concerned leader, but in reality he was motivated by greed and power.  His first sergeant, Hayford, aided Raymar’s evil plans with an eagerness that would turn your blood cold.   The Colonial controlled the scientists through manipulation and threats, but he controlled the producers through the microchips he had the scientists place in their heads as infants.  These chips suppressed free will and creativity, and made the producers work like bees in a hive – all for the benefit of the Protectors.

            Q was one of the scientists.  He had been born to scientists, so he avoided the chip implantation.  He was able to think creatively, and he didn’t like what he saw happening.  The protectors were abusing their environment and humanity just as their ancestors had on Earth.  Q had been working on a secret plan for a dozen years now.  He had planted special chips into three unique children.  The special chips gave the three free thinking, courage, and determination - all the things that would be needed in a person who was going to save the biosphere from tyranny.     

            The protectors had refused to listen to Q when he warned them of the damage they were doing to the biosphere.  Even with the microchips in their heads many of the producers were getting restless with what they saw happening; they only needed someone to organize and lead them to freedom.  I was chosen by Q to be that person.

            “Q wants to see us tonight!” I whispered to Ruby and Jonathon as I passed them at their stations in the propagation room.  They pretended not to hear me because they knew that the protectors were watching.  Seeing Q wouldn’t be difficult because he could activate a warning signal in our chips that would allow us to go to him for repairs.

            “David, the Protectors are devising a plan to eliminate many producers tonight because they are becoming unruly.  They plan to sabotage the oxygen supply in quadrants 9 through 15…”

            “That’s where our families live!” gasped Ruby.

            “Then you understand how important your success is tonight, Ruby.” Q calmly replied. 

            “What do you want us to do?” Jonathon asked.

            “David has been given instructions.  The less you know the safer you will be, just know that you can trust David.” Q said.  “We will never see each other again, so I want to thank you now for the courage I know you will show on this mission.”  And with that Q left the room leaving the children to just look at each other for a moment until Jonathon said, “”what did he give you, David?”

            I slowly opened my hand to reveal the small silver cube that seemed to be vibrating with a tiny heart beat.

            “Do you know what to do with it?” Ruby asked.

            “It’s already been done.”  I replied.  “Come quick and I’ll tell you as we go.”

            I explained that as I held the warm, pulsing, silver box in my hand as Q had been talking to us, the whole plan had played out in my head like a movie.  Q’s box had told me how the protectors had planned on killing most of the producers.  That they had an army of cyborgs ready to replace the producers they were exterminating.  We had to turn the tables on the Protectors.  We would switch the oxygen intake valve to force the poison into the protectors living quarters late at night.

            “Jonathon, you have worked in the oxygen multiplier, so you are going to be in charge of reprogramming the airflow.” I said.

            “Ruby, you must take the cube and lightly touch the foreheads of as many people as possible.  All it will take is a second and the cube will delete the chips influence while also giving them the same knowledge as we have.  They will be able to help us once they are no longer under the influence of their chips.” I explained. 

            Ruby ran with the cube that Q had made to save the Producers from the tyranny of the Protectors. 

            “What are you going to do?” Jonathon asked me.

            “I have to seal off the Protectors chambers from our own; we have to time it perfectly.  Watch the quadrant indicator on the monitor in the oxygen transformer.  When you see it lockdown then it is time to switch the air intake.” 

            We ran our separate ways and I waited a couple extra minutes once I arrived at the gateway to the Protectors chambers.  I couldn’t wait too long because I didn’t want to be caught, but I wanted to give Jonathon time to get into the oxygen transformer.  When I felt the time was right I punched in the code for the quadrant to be sealed.  Protectors came running, as I knew they would, but they couldn’t do anything.  Their weapons were useless against the security of the clear wall that was separating us.  I knew that Jonathon had been successful in his task because the protectors started to cough and fall to the ground.  Just then Colonial Raymar came into sight.  He was yelling orders at Sergeant Hayford and the others, but nobody was listening to him, they were just falling down and crawling, trying to get away from the vents that were filling the space with poison.

                        I wasn’t sure how I felt about what I was seeing.  I was saving my family and the rest of the producers, but these people were dying, and Q was in there with them.

            “Don’t worry,” Jonathon was suddenly behind me.  “I reprogrammed it to make it so they would be put into deep sleep.  They won’t wake up until they reach Earth!”

            “What? How did you come up with that?” I asked.  “I didn’t see that when I held the cube.”

            “I think Q’s plan is working better than he expected.  I didn’t have to kill them, it was my choice.  We can have choices now.  I think we will send them all back to Earth where maybe they will learn their lesson.”  Jonathon explained.

            “Q knew what he was doing when he picked you, Jonathon!” I gave my friend a slap on his back. 

“Let’s go find Ruby.  We have a new world to plan.” 

 

 

 

 

Smoking is bad for our Society

 

            Did you know tobacco has more than 400 toxic substances and 4000 chemical compounds?  Sadly, people become addicted to the nicotine found in cigarettes and it’s estimated that 7 people die every minute from tobacco use. Smoking is bad for our society.  It can cause deadly diseases such as cancer, heart disease, and pulmonary disease to name a few.  It doesn’t just harm the people who smoke; second hand smoke is also deadly.  Last, but not least, smoking is a huge waste of money.

            Smoking related deaths are mostly from cancer, heart disease, and COPD or Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease.  About 90% of lung cancer is believed to be caused by smoking.  In addition to this risk, smokers are more likely to get other forms of cancer too.  Mouth, throat, bladder, liver, pancreas, kidney and esophagus cancers are all seen at higher rates in people who smoke, but that is just the beginning of the list.  Cervical and breast cancer has also been linked to smoking.

            Additionally, second hand smoke is deadly.  Smoke that comes off the end of the cigarette is more deadly than the smoke inhaled by the smoker.  It had more cancer causing agents.  Second hand smoke is also called “passive smoking.”  The EPA estimates 3,400 lung cancer deaths and 46,000 heart disease deaths in passive smokers yearly in the United States.  Fortunately, as of may 2010 there are 38 states that have a smoking ban in public places such as bars and restaurants to help protect the public from the dangers of second hand smoke.

            Finally, smoking is a waste of money.  An average pack of cigarettes is $5.00.  In New York City local taxes raise the price over $10.00 a pack, this means that on the low end a smoking habit costs over $1800 a year.  In addition, between 1997-2001 it’s estimated that smoking caused around $167 billion in health care costs.  Smokers pay more for insurance which cost the companies they work for more money.  Some companies, like Weyco in Michigan, will even charge you a fee if you test positive for smoking.  Higher heath care costs are only part of the waste. It is estimated that there is over $97 billion in lost productivity each year because of illness caused by smoking, not to mention that smokers often take more breaks at work than their non-smoking coworkers.

            In conclusion, when you consider all of the negative things associated with smoking you quickly come to realize that smoking is bad for our society.  It causes serious diseases such as cancer, heart disease, and pulmonary disease.  It also harms non-smokers when they inhale second hand smoke. Lastly,  smoking is a huge waste of money. 

 

 

 

 

Bone By Bone By Bone

By Tony Johnston

 

            In the story, Bone by Bone By Bone, written by Tony Johnston, we are taken back in time to 1951 small town Tennessee.  Since the day he was born David’s dad has told him he was going to be a doctor when he grows up.  He even hung a skeleton over David’s crib so that he could begin to learn all the names of the bones.  Trouble begins for David when he becomes best friends with Malcolm, an African American boy.  Their friendship grows with each adventure they have even though David’s father, a respected doctor, threatens to kill Malcolm if he ever steps foot into his house.  This is a story about friendship, hatred, love, and racism.  It is also about standing up for what is right even if you are just a kid.  Tension between the white and black communities explodes when David and Malcolm find the “Mole Man,” a homeless black man, beaten to death with the sign, “coloreds only,” hung around his neck.  David begins to fear that his own dad may have been involved, that Dr. Church is a member of the Klan. 

            Bone by Bone by Bone is a story based on the author’s own childhood. She describes people’s lives as they were 60 years ago using many literary devices such as similes and metaphors.  The story was written in a language that was sometimes hard to understand, but was authentic to that time and place.  My favorite quote in the book was when Tinney, a wise African American grandmother, comforts David when he asks her how people could do such hateful things to each other.  “Klanmen, ascared as lttle chil’ren.”  “What are they scared of?” David asks.  “Mebbe that coloreds’ll take something belongs to them.”  “What?” “Dunno.  But seems to me, the one who hates has already lost the most important thing of all.”  “What’d he lose?” David asks. “His own human self.” Tinney replies. (pg.167)   

            This story is filled with history, both good and terrible.  The language used is not for everybody, but it is real.  I didn’t like the book at first because I couldn’t tell where it was going, but the message was important, and the tension in the end made the book exciting.  I could easily identify with the characters of David and Malcolm because they were similar in age to me.  Finally, the ending is a surprise – I’m not going to say whether good or bad because I recommend that you read the book to find out for yourself!

 

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King Tut

 

            It was believed that all the treasures in the Valley of the Kings had already been found, but there was to be one more.  Passion and perseverance led one determined archeologist to never give up on the legend of the boy king named Tutankhamun.    Who was this boy king?  What did his tomb’s treasures reveal?  And is there really curse surrounding anyone who has disturbed King Tut’s eternal sleep?  The discovery of King Tut’s tomb has allowed the world to learn more about ancient Egypt than from any other single source, and scientific tools are helping solve even more of the mystery of the boy king.

            King Tut was only 9 or 10 when he was coronated in 1333 B.C. towards the end of the 18th dynasty.  For many years people have speculated who King Tut really was.  Was he from noble blood or a simple commoner?  Through recent DNA analysis it is now known with certainty Tutankhamun was the son of the Pharaoh Akhenaton.  It is also known that his mother was the full sister of Akhenaton, although her name has been lost.  Today archeologists refer to her as “Younger Lady” (Hawas, National Geographic, pg. 54) because she had died at a very young age, and her mummy was found next to “Elder Lady” (Hawas, National Geographic, pg. 52) who turned out to be Tiya, Tutankhamun’s grandmother.  In ancient Egypt it was common for royalty to marry sisters or half sisters, even though common people never did.  This was often done so that royal families kept their power and wealth.  When Tut became king he married his half sister, Ankhesenpaaten, the third daughter of his father and his queen, Nefertiti.  Ankhesenpaaten was only a few years older than Tut, and the two most likely had been raised together knowing that they were destined to be married one day.

            Pharaoh Tut was considered a semi-divine being, so he had little contact with people outside his intimate circle of family and caregivers.  Tut didn’t rule his kingdom because of his age; the government was controlled by others.  Two people who probably had the most control at that time were Ay, Nefertiti’s father and Tut’s step-grandfather, and a man called General Horemheb.  These two men are likely responsible for Tut rejecting his father’s attempt to create a monotheism.  Akhenaton is known as the heretic pharaoh because he attempted to force his people to worship only one god instead of many.  Tut worked hard to reopen the temples his father had destroyed.  He also ordered the replacement of the statues to the many gods of Egypt, Amun in particular.  He had his face put on these statues.  This change back to the old ways made the priests and the public very happy.  We also know that Tut and his wife were very happy together because of the painted scenes and objects found in Tut’s tomb.  Their only sadness was that Tut’s wife could not carry children to full term.  This is known because two fetuses were found in the tomb with Tut, and DNA analysis has proved that at least one to be the biological child of Tut.

            Tutankhamun died unexpectedly at around the age of 19.  Scientists estimate this age because his mummy had wisdom teeth, but they are still unable to say exactly how he died.  It was thought for many years that a blow to his head may have caused his death, but now scientist believe embalming caused the damage to his skull.  They now suspect an infection after breaking his leg may have actually caused his death, but they also know that he suffered from malaria and a painful bone disease in his foot as well.  Unfortunately, Tutankhamun was the last of his family’s line, which made it possible for the pharaohs who came after him to attempt to erase all mention of Tut and his unpopular father from sight.  Luckily, this made it easier to keep Tut’s tomb a secret because people soon forgot about him, and his tomb was mostly left untouched until it was discovered in 1922.

            The two most important people in the discovery of King Tut’s tomb were Howard Carter, an archeologist, and Lord Carnarvon, a wealthy Englishman.  Carnarvon was in Egypt for health reasons and had picked up archeology as a hobby.  Howard Carter, on the other hand, had come to Egypt as a teenager to work as an artist who would copy the tomb paintings and hieroglyphics.  Carter moved through the ranks of archeologists in Egypt to eventually be named First Chief Inspector of Antiquities for Upper Egypt in 1899.  He was convinced that there was at least one more important discovery to be made in the Valley of the Kings.  Carter became really excited when a single cup bearing Tutankhamun’s name was found hidden under a rock – possibly put there by a tomb robber.  This discovery brought Carnarvon and Carter together to search for King Tut’s tomb and excavations began in1917.  After four seasons of searching Carnarvon was ready to give up – he just didn’t want to spend anymore money.  Carter convinced him to keep funding the search, and Carnarvon agreed to one more season.  On November 4th, 1922 the first step of a new tomb was discovered.   A laborer had brought a traditional Egyptian water container, which has a pointed bottom, to the site, and he had dug a hole in the sand with his hand so he could set the water down.  There, where he had cleared an area for his container, was the first step of King Tut’s tomb! 

            Once Carter, Carnarvon, and the workers cleared the steps and the long corridor leading to the tomb it was clear that the tomb had been entered at least three times before because there were three seals on the outer door of the tomb.  Carter was nervous that the tomb would be empty, but when it was finally opened the treasures amazed everyone.  The first room that was entered was the anti-chamber, or outer room, and it was filled with baskets, gilded couches, parts to chariots, and life size statues guarding a room beyond.  Everyday items were also found here; things that Tut would need in his next life such as food, spices, oil and cosmetics.  It was clear that the robbers had been in this room because things had been scattered and some containers were missing the items that had been in them.  They chose small, easy to carry things that could be easily sold.  Jewelry, ointments, linens and such were what the robbers were looking for.  The large gold pieces were just too big and obvious, and being caught with tomb treasures would mean death.

            The annex behind the anti-chamber, and was the smallest room in the tomb.  It held many everyday items, and the robbers had left this room a mess.  Pots, basketry, food and wine, as well as weapons and even underwear were all found in the annex.  Two hundred and thirty six shabti, or small figurines, were also found here.  The shabti would be his servants in the afterlife, and they would prevent the king from having to do any hard tasks.

            The burial chamber was found at the other end of the anti-chamber and when Carter entered this room he found it almost completely filled with a golden shrine.  It was the outer most of four shrines, one inside of another.  Inside the smallest shrine a sarcophagus was found with three caskets.  King Tut’s mummy was found inside the smallest casket.  This was the only room with painted walls.  Funeral and afterlife scenes told the story of King Tut’s funeral, and were to show him how to get to the underworld.

            At last, the archeologist and his workmen were able to enter the treasury.  This room held the greatest treasures.  A statue of Anubis, a jackal headed god of ancient Egypt which was the god of afterlife, guarded the treasury.  Caskets, gold statuettes, shrines, chests, jewelry, and model boats were all found in this space.  In all over 500 artifacts, including two small fetuses and the spectacular canopic shrine which held Tut’s liver, lungs, intestines, and stomach.  The embalmers had pulled Tut’s brains out through his nose and thrown them away, but they carefully removed and sealed in special jars these other organs so he would have them in the afterlife.

            King Tut’s tomb had the richest royal collection ever found, but interestingly, the tomb was very small for a pharaoh.  It seemed to have been prepared in great haste.  It probably wasn’t even meant for King Tut, but had to be used because of his unexpected death.  People quickly forgot about the boy king, and another tomb was built right above his, father protecting the tomb from modern day robbers.

            Once the news about the fabulous discovery of King Tut’s tomb got out, it was soon reported that a curse hung over all the people who had worked on finding the tomb.  A quote from the tomb was circulated in the newspapers convincing people that the curse was real.  It read: “Death shall slay with his wings whoever disturbs the place of the pharaoh.” (Landou, pg.18) Many people believed the curse to be real because some strange things were reported to have happened around the time the tomb was opened.  First, Lord Carnarvon died of an infected mosquito bite, and then others involved in the excavation died suddenly as well.  Carter believed the curse to be a myth.  He thought that the newspapers wanted to sell more papers so they made up outrageous connections between deaths and the tomb to make it seem like there was a curse.  He also thought letting people believe that there was a curse could be a good thing because it would keep thieves away.  But, no one could argue that within two years of opening the tomb 30 people involved died mysteriously.  Could the deaths have been caused by an ancient virus, poisonous gasses, or as a result of “tunnel disease”?  Museum employees have been known to get strange fungus infections from handling ancient artifacts, or from the musty, dusty spaces they work in.  Interestingly, when a study was done on age of death for people who worked on the tomb, it was found that people lived to be an average of 70 years old.  This doesn’t seem like a curse, but legends are hard to kill, and it makes the story of King Tut so much more exciting!

            Determination and a belief that there was one more treasure to be found in The Valley of the Kings led an archeologist named Howard Carter to never give up.  King Tut’s tomb was filled with treasure beyond imagination; some of it was gold, and the other was knowledge.  The discovery of King Tut’s tomb had allowed the world to learn more about ancient Egypt than from any other single source.  We have also learned about the life and death of a boy king who died too soon.  The question of the curse is still open for debate, but that just makes the tomb and king Tutankhamun even more interesting!   

 

 

    

Bibliography

Hawas, Zahi.  Tutankamun, The Mystery of the Boy King. Washington D.C.: National Geographic,           2005. Pgs. 14-35

 

Hawas, Zahi.  “King Tut’s Family Secrets.”  National Geographic, September 2010.  Pgs. 41-55

 

Landau, Elaine.  The Curse of Tutankhamun.  New York: Thames and Hudson, Ltd.,1990.  Pgs. 9-36

 

Murdoch, David.  Tutankhamun, The Life and Death of a Pharaoh.  New York: Dorling Kindersley Ltd.,      1998.  Pgs. 9-23

 

Reeves, Nicholos.  The Complete Tutankhamen.  New York: Thames and Hudson Ltd., 1990.                 Pgs. 20-58

 

Stewart, David.  You Wouldn’t Want To Be Tutankhamen!  United States: Franklin Watts, 2007.           Pgs. 22-24

 

Thomas, Susanna.  Akhanaten and Tutankhamen, The Religious Revolution.  New York: The Rosen           Publishing Group, 2003.  Pgs. 85-89.

 

Williams, A.R.  “Face of King Tut, His Life and Death”  National Geographic, June 2005.  Pgs. 2-21

 

 

Comments (2)

Arturo said

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AKabodian said

at 4:30 pm on May 8, 2011

Excellent job on your research paper, Sam. Your whole page is very well put together.

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