Tyler S - Book Review of Demon Dentist by David Walliams

This book is about an evil dentist who eventually tries to cook people and uses their teeth for decoration. Her name is Miss Root. She uses special toothpaste to rot children's teeth and leaves bad items under their pillow!  Alfie along with his friend called Gabz found out what she did and with the help of his dad slays the witch.

The book cover makes you want to look further into the book. This story is definitely unusual and can't happen in real life. The story was boring to start with then goes up and down from there. There are some interesting bits like when the dentist turns into a skeleton.

The main characters in this book were the evil dentist and the boy called Alfie. Other important characters were the boy's friend Gabz, his dad and the social worker called Winnie. The dentist was pure evil. The boy was clever and also nice because he looked after his dad who was in a wheelchair. When he had hardly any food he would give most of it to his dad. The most interesting character in the book was Miss Root because you didn't know what she was going to do next. She got more evil as the story went on and even turned into a skeleton. Alfie did not like the social worker at first because he was scared of her. By the end of the book he cared for her and lived with her when his dad died.

The story was written in third person. This was not important because it still tells the same story. This story makes you imagine what everything looks like but also with some pictures. I think this was not a very good story because it was a bit slow and too long. I prefer shorter stories. My favourite part was when the evil dentist turned into a skeleton.  I think they should have left some things out to shorten the story. I think the police should have killed her. It didn't make sense that the skeleton needed to breathe and could see. I was glad when it finished because it was too long. The book was fiction so it taught me nothing. It did not make me scared to go to the dentist because I know it is not real. If you like reading books I would recommend this book as it has a good surprising ending. I would read other books by David Walliams depending on what other choice there was. 

The creme egg and the mini workers by Tyler S

“Where does this dammed confectionery come from!” complained one of the workers, looking up at his way to spend his overtime.

“Hell,” replied another worker, looking down at the gooey mess at his feet, “that’s where.”

“I don’t care where it’s come from, but it’s going to make me rich!” exclaimed the third worker, actually looking over the source of the goo, “The boss said, that he would give us one thousand pen lids each for every chunk of gooey sweetness we remove!”

“One thousand each!” shouted the other two workers in unison, “we better get going then.”

The three of them knew that they had to get some back up. They couldn’t just clear up that giant mess by themselves. Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t quite know what we’re on about, do you? Well the thing they are actually trying to remove is, well, I don’t know how to explain it to you without giving too much away. The border holding the gooey, creamy-ness is what is known to us is: chocolate. But it is known to them as: bare poison. The chocolate/bare poison is usually egg shaped. You might have already guessed that there is some sort of gooey/creamy substance. It is known to us as: some sort of gooey/creamy substance. It is known to them as: nuclear.

I have been using the word: “Them” quite a lot recently, that is because this thing is the size of two of those people, the actual size is about eleven centimetres.

“Let’s move this Crème Egg* out!” yelled one of the miniature workers, while driving a crane.

Food of the gods by Tyler S

My “Food of the Gods” would be toad in the hole. For those who don’t know, it is not literally a toad in a hole it is actually a giant Yorkshire pudding with sausages within it. And one of the best parts is: the giant Yorkshire pudding is usually homemade! I devour this meal with mashed potato and peas as sides, topped all off with gravy.
If I get asked the simple question which is: “So, what do you want for tea?” The answer will commonly be: “Toad in the hole, please!” One of the many reasons why my food of the gods is toad in the hole is that the sausages are plainly in the giant Yorkshire pudding; mixing two things that I really like together.

Michael's Diary by Tyler S

Dear Diary, 

Today, was without a doubt the worst. 

At about 10AM this morning, I just got told that we are moving house. Even though mum did say that I will still see all my friends at school, it just won’t be the same. The reason why we are moving away from a perfectly fine flat, is because of this baby that mum is supposed to have. 

So we moved all of our stuff – which wasn’t much – into a transit van that dad hired for the day.

The journey there I thought was way longer than the hour it should be. But that might just have been me because it was awfully boring cooped up in the middle of the van and we were on the motorway, so it might have just been me imagining it. We stopped down this road called `Falconer Road`. Dad seemed overly excited about this, “Amazing new house!” Mum didn’t look as enthusiastic as dad, but tried to show a smile.

“Ta, da, da, daaa!” Dad cried, as he gestured his hands towards the house, “what do you think?” 

I was absolutely speechless. I had to say my most honest answer, so I replied “It looks like it’s about to fall over.” 

Dad reassured that the house wouldn’t fall down, but I still wasn’t convinced.

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

Alien Life Form Report (Homework) by Tyler S

My Galactic Discovery 

It was Wednesday 13 July 2016 when I got blasted off into space with a destination set for Mars. My mission was to go to Mars and search for an alien life form, and I am proud to say that I succeeded. 

You may think `How can any life form survive on the freezing climate and on the immense gravity level on mars?” Well, that’s exactly what I said when I saw this extra-ordinary creature. Both of which you are about to find out. 

My Alien       

Since Mars has an extremely low climate that can drop down to minus one hundred and twenty five degrees Celsius in winter, it can handle extreme temperatures. Because of how used they’re used to acid-freezing temperatures, they take three thousand years to get used to a huge climate change (e.g. minus one hundred and twenty five degrees Celsius to twenty five degrees Celsius.) so if brought to Earth, it would perish. But if the weather turns from cold to absolutely freezing they would change the depth of their fur. 

After their ability to change their temperature, I decided to call them Temprilens. 

You may ask `How do you know all of this? Have you even made contact with them? Do they speak English? `                                                          

Well first of the three questions, I have made contact with Temprilens and 6 out of 10 Temprilens know every language there is and ever was! I know all of this because I have been talking to a range of Temprilens who were very friendly and treated me like one of their own kind. But there is still more to tell. 

Because of the strong gravity level, the Temprilens is very stout creatures, about three feet and two inches in height. The colour of their fur is hazel and it gets darker as they get older. The odd things about Temprilens are their eyes. The eye of the Temprilen can change colour each day (sometimes, they don’t always match as a pair!) The surface population of Temprilens has an average of eight point six hundred and seventy four million! That’s enough to fill all the houses of London! 

So if any more missions are commissioned to Mars to find alien life form and if any of you are to be going, look out for the Temprilens! Now you know much about them.         

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

A Description of the lost thing by Tyler S

My day started with me wandering down the beach, looking for more bottle tops to add to my collection, when I stumbled across what at first glance looked like a bottle. Since I do collect bottle tops, so I decided to have a look. As I picked it up I realised it was a bell. A bell with a string. A bell with a string leading up to a giant, metallic, red teapot shaped contraption. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn there was a grey tentacle slowly oozing its way out, so from there I began to think that an octopus was in there. I wanted to find out if there actually was.

 I opened one of the hatches and as it eerily creaked open I said, “Hello,” hoping for no answer. 

Suddenly, loads of tentacles oozed out even faster than before. I choose to step back a pace, otherwise I would have been crushed.   

The Shopping Trip by Tyler S

There I was, in my car being dragged off to another weekly shop at the local superstore. Little did I know that something extra-ordinary was going to happen.
I trudged through the double automatic doors of TESCO supermarket. I thought I saw a loaf of bread wink at me but it might have just been my imagination. But all of a sudden my Dad called out his shopping list starting with semi-skimmed milk and in the distance, you could hear someone singing.
Instantly, a semi-skimmed milk bottle walked along singing, “Milk, milk, semi-skimmed milk! Milk, milk semi-skimmed milk!” As it jumped in to the trolley who seemed to singing to “Trol-ly, tro, tro, trol-ly!”
The first thing that came to my head when I saw this was `I really hope that the CCTV doesn’t catch this!` But for a matter of fact, no-one seemed to take a glance at it at all!
You could just imagine what a sight this all singing, all dancing, weeks’ worth of food would like and not a single other person noticed. NOT ONE OTHER! Which you would notice if a singing and dancing roast chicken was tugging on your jeans!
After the last black forest gateau, which had a very high pitch voice, leaped in the trolley we steered it to the till as all the food went “WHEEEEEEEE!”
Surprisingly, the till had a song to sing, which sounded very much like the death march, but instead it had lots of `tills` in it. I said to myself at the end “I’m going to TESCO’S every day!”