Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Thursday, May 26, 2016
The big bad wolf was just about to make a cunning plan. His big glooming eyes peered through the thick green bush and saw three little pigs skipping along the path. He squeezed behind the bush. He was worried that he might give away his hiding spot because...His pants were way to red and puffy, but he thought of the yummy pork he could have tonight for his dinner.
“That would be rather delicious,” he said. He put on his one hundred meter navy hat and stuffed on his white silky gloves, to hide his, terrible sharp claws that were sharper than ten knifes on a forks. He is scary and if you could look right now you would see that he is eating the three little pigs! That's how bad he is!
The Big Bad Wolf
The fierce big bad wolf sat behind a green prickly bush waiting for something yummy to come skipping along the forest path. Then, Suddenly something bright red caught his attention in the corner of his squinted eye. He watched this silky red cloak as it passed by the exact bush that the wolf was hiding behind. When the red cloak stopped at some lovely scented flowers, the big bad wolf was still peering at the red cloak with his big gloomy eyes. He thought, mmm… Well, well, well! What have we got here. I’m guessing it’s a little girl. He threw on his blue tall top hat and positioned his sharp pointed claws ready to grab the girl! He waited for the right time, 1.2.3. Go!........ by Safera
The Small Squashed Wolf
“Mmmmm” Whispered the Big Bad Wolf,
“What do we have here?”
The Big Bad Wolf was hiding in the bushes. His big black beady eyes were laid on a big fat plump juicy pig. The pig was making a house out of straw and that’s when the wolf had an idea… He thought up his plan as he started to dribble because he was so hungry. He licked his lips with his big rough tongue. When the pig had gone for a drink break, he straitened his tall blue top hat and crept forward. He was like a ballerina because he was so quiet. His big bear paws got closer and closer to the hay. His plan was to hide under the hay and when the pig was close enough he would spring up and eat the piggy wiggy all up. The schemer covered himself with hay and lay there motionless. His knife-like claws were resting on his chest ready to shoot up like a rocket. Finally the pig came back and lifted up the hay on top of the wolf… The wolf jumped up on to his feet and to the wolf's surprise… The pig started laughing!
“Ohhhhhh!” exclaimed the pig.
”It’s soooo cute!”
The Big bad Wolf's face turned red with fury!
“ The guy who gave me my hay must of given me a cute- little- wolfy- scarecrow to keep the birds away!”
The “Wolfy Scarecrow” wasn’t happy. He brushed all the hay off of him. Now you could see his blue patched pants.
“I’m not a wolfy scarecrow,” Grinned the Big Bad Wolf,
“I’m the BIG BAD WOLF!!”
The pig was horrified. He leaped into the air and landed… RIGHT ON TOP OF THE “SMALL SQUASHED PIG!”
“GET OFF” cried the wolf
The wolf was left lying on the ground because the pig ran off to find his mother.From now, and forever more, the “Big Bad Wolf”was called the “Small Squashed Wolf! by Jemma
The big bad wolf. The big bad wolf crouched down behind the bushes hoping that his red and yellow patched pants would not give away that he was there. He was spying on little red riding hood. Then he pulled down his blue hat hoping that she would not see. Then little red riding hood turned around but she did not see him. He anxiously watched her as he was itching his cheek he thought about if he was going to pounce then he knew 3..2..1.. pounce. by Angelina
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Sunday, May 15, 2016
In room 12 we have been thinking about how to write an interesting character description. These were our rules - not to list the characters traits, to use simile or metaphor to give the reader an image of what the character looks like, to add in part of the story with dialogue or thoughts, to use the scene as part of the description.
This is a sample of some of the writing we wrote from the picture above.
A small white figure stood alone in the middle of the frozen lake, looking up at the wintery skies above him.. "Yippie!" yelled Olaf as he glided across the lake or as he called it, the ground. Olaf the snowman didn't need any ice-skates. His carrot nose wobbled as he lifted one leg into the air his stone buttons pushed further in his tummy because of the tremendous wind. His head nearly fell off because of the speed he was going. Olaf looked around. he saw the trees shivering because of the winder cold. Olaf didn't care, he just kept skating along. Written by Jemma
Can you guess who was skating on the pond the other day? It was Olaf! his shimmering ice body sparkling in the sun. The carrot above his moth orange as ever. his smile was the most noticeable thing about him. Gleaming with joy as he twirled one last time. As I thought he was going to leave his stick arms flew out in the air like a bird stretching its wings. The three rock buttons on him tightly held him together as he leaned on one foot. The hay hair on his head tossed and turned in the breeze. his small chubby feet slipped and slid on the cold solid ice. The trees about him were dusted with icing sugar snow that glinted in the morning sun. Written by Niamh
As Olaf leapt across the glass like ice Sven sat there wondering does a snowman really need to throw himself over the frozen pond? Olaf's laugh exploded around the snowy trees and ice filled land. "Yipee," yelled Olaf, "No need for skates when your a snowman!" Olaf and his orange carrot nose spun around the frozen pond like a frisby. Sven was sitting on the frozen grass very surprised at what he was doing. Olaf's twig hair was twirling and whirling all around like a bird who can't fly. What fun! Written by Jemma
Olaf ran to the frozen pond not feeling at all scared. He lifted one of his stubby little marshmellow legs and yelled "No need for skates!" So he skated along the ice lifting up his thin stick arms. "WEEE!" yelled Olaf. His orange pointy shaped nose wiggled in the breeze. Sven was sitting on the soft like cotton ball snow watching. He could tell Olaf was having fun because he had opened his wide mouth and you could see his one bunny tooth. Written by Olive.