hearken the facts

hearken the facts - ii

A few facts that you might never come across, but your life will be incomplete without:

The little “you are here” arrow on maps is called an ideo locator.
A bird chews with its stomach.
Cold water weighs more than hot water.
The first Internet worm was created by Robert T. Morris, Jr., and attached more than 6000 Internet hosts.
The lowest temperature ever recorded in Canada was –63 degrees Celcius in 1947, Snag River Yukon.
The word ‘set’ has more definitions than any other word in the English language.
Plants that are not cared for will cry for help, a thirsty plant will make a high-pitched sound that is too high for us to hear.
Sheep outnumber humans in New Zealand 15 to 1.
The ‘vintage date’ on a bottle of wine indicates the year the grapes were picked, not the year of bottling.
The wheelbarrow is invented by a Chinese.
The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.
The first product that Sony came out with was the rice cooker.
A company, Warner Communications paid $28 million for the copyright to the song “Happy Birthday”.
One 75-watt light bulb gives off more light than three 25-watt light bulbs.
If a native Hawaiian woman places the flower on her right ear, she is available

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