There are three conditions that must be met for natural selection to occur. The first is there must be variation in characteristics. Different individual in a population must have different traits. What was the different trait that the surviving cactus had?
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THE OTHER ONE HAS SPIKES
The other Cactus had spikes.
Caroline Krunkkala
It was growing more and it had spikes.
It was bigger and it had thorns to protect itself.
the plant is gone
danielle
is was walking twords the cactess and
It was growing more and had more spikes.
1 AND 2 THE PIG IS MOved and the plant is moved
One is prickly an the other one is not.
One of the cactus' had spiked the other one did not
The trait was the spikes on the cactus
in the first pic it was living and healthy but it started eating off it and then started dying the last pic a cutus starts to grow
it has spikes.
The other one has spikes :)
The other one had spikes on it.
One of the cacti has spikes and the other one is rotten.
The surviving cactus had spikes.
the catctus without spike died slowly
the cactus that has spikes is still alive And the one with out spikes is dead
-Ella
The surviving cactus had spike to protect itself, while the other one didn't
the surviving cactus had spikes and the other one doesn't.
-Carson
he eats the tree and it dies
The cactus that died did not have spikes.
THORNS/SPIKES
they both are deppresed
There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile
And he found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat
Who caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house.
But the crooked man was sad
And once he had a thought.
Why should he be crooked,
When others, they were not?
Everything was worthless,
He heaved a great big sigh
And he went and found a rope
And tied it to the sky.
Upon a chair he stood,
His eyes were blank and dead.
Without another thought,
He went and hung his head.
Now the story’s not yet over,
For this tale is mythed and old,
Go hide under the cover…
There’s something not yet told.
There once was a crooked man,
Who had a crooked smile,
And if you’ve lived his life,
He’ll send you through a trial.
He lives for your torment,
Makes it full of strife,
And he won’t be content…
…Until you take your life.
Ay
Fonsi
DY
Oh-oh
Oh no, oh no (oh)
Hey yeah
Diridiri, dirididi Daddy
Go
Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy (DY)
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy
Oh
Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso
Oh yeah
Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito
Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube)
(Sube, sube) Oh
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