Florian

We have been learning to write a narrative. I like my story because I included descriptive and interesting words. Once upon a time, about 7,000,000 years ago there lived a village of animals. There was a big and strong Elephant, a tiny little Bee and a very handsome, fat and tough Pig. They were known as the council, the rulers and the boss. Everything was peaceful until one day the Elephant, Bee and the Pig got lost, every where in the village was chaos. “What are we going to do with out the council,” said a Duck. Meanwhile in the very centre of the forest where the three animals were there was also chaos. The Pig had waddled up to a tall tree and called to the Elephant. The Elephant came and asked, “Yes Pig, what.” The Pig said “can you please blast with your trunk to the top of this tree” “sure” said the Elephant. “OK 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BLAST!!! OK I’m at the top” said the Pig. ”is there a good view at the top?” said the Elephant. ”no, but we are in the very centre of Death Valley”. “** OH NO **” said the Elephant and the bee together.” Can you get me down please” said the Pig.” You please get me down please”. “Yeah sure” said the Elephant. The Pig jumped and the Elephant caught him in his trunk. “Ok it’s almost night we’d better make a shelter” said the Bee. They all constructed a magnificent shelter. they slept the whole night though. The first to wake up was the Bee. He flew up a tree, when he reached the top, do you know what he saw? “Breakfast” he buzzed. The Pig and Elephant woke up to a delicious aroma of cooking eggs. “What smells so good?” said Pig. “lets go have a look” said Elephant. With there astonishment Bee handed them a huge stone of hot eggs. “Thank you” said Pig and Elephant. Later that day… “What’s that horrible shrilling noise”. Said Bee. “Don’t know” yelled Pig over all the noise. “Let’s go have a look”. What they saw was a humongous fire breathing troll. “ I read about these in the village library” said Elephant. “so what do you do” said pig. “you just have to be extremely quite” said Elephant. “I think I have a plan” said Bee. The plan was that Bee would buzz around the trolls head, then Elephant would make lots of noise with his trumpet, after all that Pig would jump on the troll’s neck. Then they would drown the troll in the river. Luckily everything went according to plan. “Whew” said Bee “I had just about enough of buzzing”. “Look at all this wood” said Pig from behind a tree. Behind the tree all this excellent wood for building a raft. When the raft was finished they pushed the raft into the water and they all hoped on. Then there was another problem, the raft began to sink. “Oh no” screamed Pig, “what are we going to do”? Then an unusual thing happened. The raft stopped sinking. “Where’s Elephant,” said Pig and Bee. Then they both looked down and laughed. “ Elephant could you please paddle up the river to our village” said Bee. “sure “said Elephant. When they got to their village they were greeted with a whole lot of cheers and hugs. “thank goodness your safe,” said Duck. Everything went back to no ||
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We have been learning to write a poem about summer, using our senses. We were also focusing on using poetic devices such as similes, metaphors and personification in our poem.

THAT WAS SUMMER

Big dumpers crashing in front of me, As I race down to the water the waves lapping At my knee. A wave just about to crash I push off From the soft sand and then I Fly though the air like a full speed torpedo On the barrel of the wave. As I stop in the shallows, the sand Runs over my boogie-board like a stopped Motor boat with the waves splashing Against the sides. That was summer

I run up to the van with the people streaming From the counter, I wait in line It feels like days of waiting. As I finally walk up to the counter the Man asks what would it be, “um” “triple Choc with flake please”. Thank you very much Mr whippy. I like it once twice the flavour Was like an erupting in my mouth. And then I trug back to my destiny Over the hot sand. That was summer.

I sit down at the table, the smell Of sausages and steak cooking. I grab the sauce bottle as heavy as a rock, I feel the smooth, surface and put a big Blob on my plate. The sausages sizzled with Great pride as I pop one in my mouth. I chewed long and hard, my taste buds Sucked in all the flavour that they could get That was summer

Rock hard poles pulled out by the dozen. All pushed up at once and done tent up. Cold sleeping bag, dim light barely able To see, torch flick on strange noises Outside the tent. Finally drift off into A deep deep dream. Wake up in the Morning to the smell of bacon and Eggs. Get dressed as fast as a cheetah Can run. That was summer.