Gaby

We have been learning to write a narrative that includes an openinig stament, a complication, a series of events, a resolution and sometimes a moral. **// The wormless crow //**

** One sunny, summer day there was a long-feathered crow. This crow had no name, so just call him crow. Crow was flying to the park because he was hungry for his favourite food, worms. **

** While he was flying he saw his old friend Goose and flew to join him. “Hello Goose” chirped Crow. “Hi crow” sighed Goose rather sadly. Crow looked at Goose more closely. Goose looked bad! His feathers were messed up. He was really thin and looked rather hungry. “What’s wrong goose? Can’t find any worms?” guessed Crow. “Yeah the park is empty” Goose sighed again. “Oh well the worms will come again” said crow who then flew off. **

** When it was time to land Crow soared down into his favourite willow tree so he could watch the park. It was really busy! The squirrels were storing nuts, the fish were bubbling up the water, the ducks were chicksitting their babies. It was so busy Crow decided to fly down to a nice, quiet, grassy patch. **

** Peck, peck, peck! Went crow checking the soil for lunch, no worms. Peck, peck, peck! Still no worms! Uh oh, Crow was now a wormless crow! **

** Sadly wormless crow went to find the ducks. When he found them they were showing their ducklings how to swim. “Hi, do you know where all the worms are” crow asked hopeful. They stared at him with their big, round, yellow eyes. Suddenly they burst into laughter. One said “look ducklings that guy is quackers!” They waddled off their giggling chicks trailing behind them. Hanging his head in shame crow flew away to ask someone else. **

** He flew and flew until he found the squirrels opening nuts. “Hello, do you know where all the worms went?” asked crow hoping for an answer this time. Again they stared at him with beady green eyes and started chuckling with laughter. One whispered to another, loud enough for wormless crow to hear “wow, that guy is nuts”. Wormless crow hung his head again and felt like he wanted to cry. He flew off, ashamed. **

** He landed down at the pond and stared down into the shimmering, crystal clear, blue water. He saw his reflection stare back at him. Wormless crow just wanted help. Nobody was kind enough to help him happy and help find the worms. Just then his reflection was washed away and he was looking at a wise, old, blue, snapper. **

** “You look quite sad son, what’s the matter?” said the wise, old fish. “Well, it’s just I can not find any worms” sighed wormless crow. “Oh, well you just haven’t been looking hard enough. I know where they are” chuckled the great fish. Wormless crow felt happiness come from then tip of his black, feathers to his bright, yellow, beak. “They are in the worm bin on the other side of the park” bubbled the snapper who sunk back down into the shiny, blue pond. Yes! Thought wormless crow as he flew off. **

** He landed on the other side of the park. Gloom! Everywhere was dark, but wormless crow could just make out the bright, red worm bin sitting a few steps away. Suddenly out of nowhere, two amber eyes were staring at him. Out stepped a red, hungry-looking fox. **

** Fox licked his lips and stepped forward closer to wormless crow. “D…don’t come….an…any closer or….or the monster will get you” spluttered wormless crow who was terrified. “He, he! You will make a tasty dinner” growled fox padding forward. Wormless crow thought he was dead; he leaned back and closed his eyes. Just then…. **

** A big, wriggly, twisty, black shadow was cast over the trees. Fox took one look and hurried off, as petrified as you can get. Crow knew what it was. He knew! Crow flew up to the top of the red bin and picked up the worm and swallowed it whole. **

** So wormless crow never saw fox again and he was no longer wormless because he stuffed his face with worms forever and ever and ever! Meanwhile goose found a new, tasty food to eat. Grass! **

nice work! (julia)

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!

Do you remember the summer fruits exploding like bombs of sweetness in your mouth, when the fizzy juice sizzing and wizzing like you lighted the fuse to a crazy bomb. That was summer!

Do you remember the bubbling froth washing up on shore like a lion crouching stalking its prey, the red and white checked blankets lying on the ground like a huge patch work quilt lying across the land, the butterflies fluttering like petals falling and swooping again. That was summer!

Do you remember the cicadas chirping so loud like an elephant herd stampeding across Africa. Do you remember the ripping of presents like a roof being torn off a house, the sound of traffic stacking up like dominos. That was summer!

Do you remember the pencils scratching, the blabbing on like a crow squawking in the morning waking everyone up, and the things you have to remember. That was school!