Creme Egg story by Lisa

As we got a call from the owners of the famous cream egg, we gathered round and watched the creamy icing flood around the area. We cornered it off with cones but it was too strong! The strong icing started to break the egg even more as we tried to put it back together; as we put buckets out to catch the icing, we realised that there was too much cream-icing and too few buckets.
“What about if we try and get the icing out quicker? Because then we can get it into buckets faster and it will stop pouring sooner!” Rob exclaimed.
“That’s a great idea, but we will get all dirty and sticky when covered in cream!” Jeff replied, “Our boss told us to come back clean so that we can go another day without washing the uniform!”
“Our uniform doesn’t matter as long as we get this problem dealt with!”
“Our boss wouldn’t want this so…”
“If you don’t want to complete the mission then go back to the office because Jeff and I can finish this by on our own!”
“Stop being so…”
“STOP ARGUING!” I yelled “we are all staying put and doing as Rob said!”
“Why are you going along with this?” Jeff said.
“Because no one else is saying anything!”
I jumped on top of the egg and started pushing down the sticky icing. “It’s working!” I yelled as they continued to create a wall of buckets. “It won’t be able to go anywhere now!” Yelled Jeff
“I know! It’s got to go in the buckets now; there is no-where else for it to go!” said Rob
“We are nearly done!” I yelled.

5 minutes later…

“We did it!” I yelled
“Yes we did!” Rob replied
“I’m sorry about the argument before Rob.” Said Jeff guiltily
“I forgive you, I’m also sorry. I shouldn’t have started yelling at you either.”
“So are we friends?”
“Of course!”
“So, who wants a cream egg? 😄”

Food of the gods by Lisa

My food of the gods is lasagna. When it comes out of the oven and it smells like heaven in a dish. Dad always asks me “What would you like for tea?” and I always reply “LASAGNA!” It’s warm and gooey in your mouth and the pasta burns my tongue but its worth it for the luxurious taste of melting cheese! The cheesy sauce melts on your tongue as you chew on the dried up parts. I lift my fork in the air and watch the cheese melt and slip through the slits in my fork. I love the warm gooey taste I get to keep after the meal; although when I’m finished, I want more!

Michael's Diary by Lisa

Dear Diary,

I was just at home today, like I am every Saturday morning, when mum and dad told me that we are moving house. And even worse, TODAY! We are only moving house because apparently, “there won’t be enough room for all four of us.” And by ‘all four of us’ she means: Me, mum, dad and my new sibling. Yes, my mum is pregnant with a little sibling who is going to take all of my attention away from me! 
So me and dad were moving things into our van so that we can take it all to the house, Dad seemed extremely excited but to be honest I’m not entirely sure why. We lived in a massive flat, and now he wants to move us to a stupid little cottage, with our stupid little baby. Mum keeps saying, “This will be better for us because remember your new family member!”

We got into our brand-new, bright blue van and started driving to the house. On the way I tried to look on the bright side, let me see: I’m moving away from ALL of my friends, I’m getting a stupid new sibling, this sibling is ruining my life and apparently, this place is in the middle of nowhere! There's absolutely nothing good that is going to come out of moving to this place!

We finally got there, (after like FOREVER, which just shows you how far away from everything, including my old house, it is) Dad got me and mum out the van before showing us his ‘new’ grotty house. It’s a dump!! I can’t live here! It’s so stupid that it looks like it is about to collapse! There is no way that any of us can survive in this place for a day and none of us have actually been in it yet, even the baby won’t survive and they are lucky because they can’t see it yet. I can’t believe this! The walls are rotting; the doors and windows are stained! NO WAY!

We went inside the house and it stunk! I went upstairs and looked around, the attic was awesome! It had dust, cobwebs and spider webs all over it! Including Spiders! YESSS!

Missing Person Reports

After watching 'Alma' we had a go at writing missing person newspaper reports. (Click on any of the pieces of work to zoom in)

Molly's Work

Cloud's Work

Ava's Work

                                     

Isabelle's Work

Lisa's Work

Tia M's Work

Tyler S's  Work

Writing a letter in character

We have been reading 'Goodnight Mr Tom' by Michelle Magorian. Today we were replying to a letter from Mrs Beech as if we were Tom Oakley.

Original letter:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I asked if Willie could go and stay with God-fearing people so I hope he is. Like most boys he's full of sin but he's promised to be good. I can't visit him. I'm a widow and I haven't got the money. The war and that. I've put the belt in for when he's bad and I've sewn him in for the winter. I usually keep him in when I wash his clothes and I got them special for the cold weather so he should be alright. Tell him his Mum said he'd better be good. 

Mrs. Beech

This was Sophie's reply:

Dear Mrs Beech,

My name is Tom Oakley and I am the person who is taking care of Willie I would also like to you to tell you that Willie has got here safely and he has settled in very well, he is a very quiet boy. I live near a church like you wanted and I read him bible stories every night. Also, he hesitates to ask questions but I answer them anyway. He is very polite and is never naughty I don’t feel the need to use the belt. He has been coming on walks with me and is getting used to the countryside, as it is very different to London, I promise to take good care of him. I am sorry that you can’t come down but we will carry on writing to you to let you know what’s happening. I am quite worried that he can’t read and write for most of the children down here can read and write by the age of around six but anyways, I’ll help him but I am confused to why he didn’t get any help. I you don’t mind me asking did you help Willie with his work? Willie has told me he had no friends but he has made good friends with Sammy and they love going on walks with each other. As it is his birthday in a few days I will give him some presents and throw him a party.

Yours sincerely

Tom Oakley 

Lisa's letter:

Dear Mrs Beech,

William has settled in well and the billeting officer has given him to a religious person, I do live near a church and I am a regular attender. I always go to church on a Sunday so I hope you are okay with him staying with me. I have not needed to use the belt and I do not intend to do so. He seems to like the village and he does enjoy staying here. We are going to my friend’s house later, after lunch, so that I can have a talk with my friend and his wife because I have not seen them for a while and William can have some orange juice or something while we are there. I told William that after I have written to you we will have some lunch. He has been very well behaved and when he returns home I would ask you not to punish him for behaving terribly because he has been on his best behaviour for me as you said for him to do so. As his mother you will know that is his birthday is very soon as it is on Thursday and I was going to do a little celebration for that, hopefully he will enjoy that. I am also hoping that he will make some new friends over the next couple of days so that we have some people that we can invite to join us. He has already made one friend as he has made good friends with Sammie, they often enjoy going for long walks together and playing in the fields.

From Mr Tom Oakley

 Cloud's letter:

Dear Mrs. Beech,

My name is Tom Oakley and I am currently caring for your child Willie, I am writing to inform you that Willie has settled nicely in my home. Although I am not very experienced with children hopefully I will not have to use the belt that you have sent me because he seems very well behaved. I am a bit concerned about his health though because he has been throwing up a lot lately but luckily I have been able to take him to the village doctor, the doctor informed me that it is a result of malnutrition. As you have requested he is staying in my cottage which is by a Church and I have been reading him stories from the holy Bible that he brought with him. One thing I have noticed though is that he hesitates to ask questions and has been showing some very strange behaviour for example when I put him to bed instead of getting on the bed he hid under the bed and curled up into a ball. He seemed very surprised when I told him that he could actually sleep on the bed under the covers. I have also noticed that he cannot read and write but we won’t have to worry about that because he will be attending the local school. He has also made good friends with Sammy and they enjoy going out on walks in the morning. 

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley.

Kirsten's version:

Dear Mrs. Beech, 

My name is Thomas Oakley. I am looking after your son whilst the war is in place. I live in Little Weirwold and I will take good care of your son. William has been very good, not mischievous at all! He misses you very much but is coping okay. He likes his new home and is to start school soon. I understand that you can’t visit, that is fine. I haven’t used the belt yet, and the behaviour that William is giving me is amazing so I won’t need to be using it. I live near a church and was once religious before my wife died. I read him bible stories every night and take him round the church and the graveyard. He says his prayers at the correct times. Your son keeps learning new things when I take him for walks (I couldn’t believe that he’d never seen a cow before)! He likes his clothes a lot and I am looking to get him some new ones. I told him to be good and he has been. He is a polite, quiet, kind and friendly boy. He must have changed since you last saw him. I don’t really know a lot about looking after children, but I do know your son is a nice person.

William is good friends with Sammy and they enjoy long walks together. I know you think dogs are fierce and poisonous, but I think differently. William likes playing with my dog, Sammie.

I hope you are okay and we wish to see you soon after the war is over.

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley

Tyler S's letter:

Dear Mrs Beech,

I received Willie from the Billeting officer yesterday. Willie is a quiet, shy little boy who doesn’t always reply joyfully to everything you say. He is very well behaved, so there will be no need for the belt you inserted into the bag. As requested, Willie is living near a church with me in Little Weirwold. I read a story from the Bible to him every night. I give him all of his meals each day and he has a little bed in my attic to sleep in every night. Willie is an unconfident boy, that’s probably to do with the fact that he has a new house, village, routine etc. I’m sure he’ll get more confidence by the days he is with me.

He has made good friends with Sammy, like going out to play and going out on long walks.

As long as he’s with me, he’ll be safe.

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley. 

Rhianna's letter:

 Dear Mrs Beech,

I would like to say that your son has reached his new home for the next couple of years. I live in a cottage in the town of Little Weirold, and there is a church 200 yards away. As you requested, I am a Christian, and attend the local church frequently. Every night I read a Bible story to Willie, and he seems to be taking them in. 

He has been very good. In fact, I didn’t have to tell him to behave. He has made friends with Sammy, and they enjoy spending time together. Willie has settled in well, and has his own room and is eating well.

I do not intend to use the belt that you have given me, even if he doesn’t behave, as it is just plain wrong to beat a child. Although I am a single parent (of Willie) and find it hard, as you are, we don’t have to resort to whipping. I have never hurt a child, and I never will. I strongly encourage you to stop when he comes home. I’ll still keep the belt though, as it fits nicely around my waist. Thanks for the belt!

Kind Regards, 

Thomas Oakley, temporary father of William.

Love, 

William

The Lost Thing by Lisa

As I was dawdling down the steps, I found I was on a beach that I had never seen before.  I was looking down, as I usually am trying to find bottle tops, until I found something sticking out from the sand. It was red and it looked unusual so (as I always do when I see something peculiar) picked it up. It was attached to a string, so I decided to follow the sting, it led me to a very strange looking object.

It wasn’t overly big, but I can tell you, it was definitely bigger than me! It was red and rather unique.  As I walked around it, I realized how much it looked like a creature but I thought that creatures would most definitely not have an enormously large fan inside them. Would they? It had a spikey top, as if it was having a really bad hair day. It had lot of doors and hatches all over it and legs which looked like they were nailed to the ground to keep it there. 

Suddenly, I heard a bang from above me, and I slightly saw a green tentacle (not much different to the legs really). It lifted off the ground and started to turn around, it was squeaking and then suddenly!.......

It threw a ball at me. I picked it up and then the creature started jumping about like a dog would. I threw the ball at the creature and it caught it! We were playing catch for a long time but I needed to go bottle top collecting. I really didn’t want to leave it though.

The strangest time in the supermarket by Lisa

I was doing my weekly shop after work as I do every Sunday night until I thought that it was almost impossible to have experienced the secret life of grocery items.
Eventually I got into the store I decided to read out the items that I needed from the aisle I was on. “Right, so I need milk, cheese and maybe some ham.” (As you can tell, I am on the dairy aisle.) “Mmmmm, and I would like a strawberry milkshake too!” when I looked up the most shocking thing I had ever seen was before my eyes. The shopping was dancing and singing and everything had it’s own theme tune!
“Wow!” I said. All of the shopping was getting incredibly comfortable in his shopping trolley. But as I looked around, nobody seemed to notice them. It was as if they were not even there, but I could see them, I was so sure that they were there!
Wearily, I looked around at the people around me and I had so many questions for them but I thought people would question me if I was talking to my shopping. “ never mind, it doesn’t matter, they are not really there! Are they? No they can’t be.” I kept talking to myself over and over again. As I went round the corner though they were laughing, yelling and going “Weeeeeeeeeee!”
I went to the next aisle and I picked up the items myself this time but when I touched them they jumped out of my hands and ran across the floor into my shopping trolley. I had the got all of my shopping so I needed to go to the cashier. I was incredibly worried at this point at what the cashier person would say but I still went there as I needed to have my shopping so I had no choice but to go there anyway.
When he got there all the items were giggling at how fun it was on the moving floor, they kept falling over and screaming with laughter. But when each and every item was scanned, they turned back to normal “phew!” I thought in relief “ I will never forget today in my whole entire life!” I carried on packing my bags and went home that night thinking I was absolutely mad! Or was I kind of mad?