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Monday, 18 May 2015

swimming with danger

Chapter one: The Eel Encounter!
Splash splash, "Mum, you should really come in" I said.
"No thanks, I'm about to go back to the batch, do you wanna come?" 
"No thanks mum," 
"Ok, see you later!"
Mum left without another word. I swam around, occasionally feeling the brush of an eel against my legs, then suddenly James my cousin swore. I turned around, scared about what I would see next.
"A-a-an eel, it came right up and touched my face! And it was heading your way!" 
Uh oh, I thought, maybe, it thought I was 'more yummy' (but of course I was only seven at the time). After waiting for a bit no eel had bit me so I dove under the water to see where It was at... 

Chapter Two: The Teeth
"Bubble bubble" I said, because saying 'ahh' under water is hard. The first thing I saw was the teeth; sharp, piercing teeth, and the jaw, opening and closing. 
My head pops up and another face faced me.
"James! Why, did you do that?" James's hand popped up... I recognised it: the eel.
"Ow! My toe" I said, and lifted it out of the water and saw BLOOD! 

Thursday, 14 May 2015

Water performance review

How would you like to watch a video on youtube? Well read below, because
my group: Charlie, Elliot, Rocky and myself did a performance that showed the different ways we use water, and we all would be very happy if you took a moment to watch our video.

 click here->    water charades

Sunday, 10 May 2015

the black thief escape

The Black Thief escape.
"Mum, can I go get the lollies?" I asked
"No Casper,you can't ‘go get the lollies’," said mum
"Please?" I pleaded.
"OK Casper, yes you can go get the lollies.''
"Yes!" I say walking over to the pantry.  I unzip the door and shout: "Ahh, what's that?" because two mysterious black shiny eyes were staring out at me from the pantry My hand shot to my pocket where I kept my pocket knife safe. And, as if it had read my mind, the black rat shot out of the pantry like a springbok with cheetahs on its tail, zooming through  freshly packed food not even stopping to get a drink of spilled juice from my brother.  I was millimetres away from catching the thief but he zoomed into a crevice in the camping trailer. Reluctantly, I opened the crevice and the black thief shot out like a bullet hurtling toward the target: outside. He was going so fast that he lost control and thwacked his tail on the handle of the jackhammer, and slipped through the gap in the trailer. Without thinking I carefully put my head under the place that the thief had got through and saw him scurrying towards the forest,
"Casper, I thought that you were getting the lollies?"said a voice that made me look round.
"Yes," I replied.
"Then what are you doing here? This is the camping trailer, the lollies are in the pantry,"
"Yes I know mum, there was a mouse!"
"Ok, there was a what?"She asked
"A mouse" I repeat. Escape,
"A mouse?"
"Yes,  in the pantry,"
"Where is it?" She asked.
"Gone, in the forest."
"Good," she said,
Very very good, I thought.

Squawk, squawk. The noise made me look around, and to my surprise, a weka was looking at with its head tilted, I could just see a couple of the lollies dangling from its mouth.

autumn poem

Autumn poem


Autumn comes fast to this school,
there's leaves, wind, rain,

Dirty rubbish, flying around,
there's lots here,
more picks up speed and shoots around,
it's autumn again.

yellowing, crunching leaves
Lying under trees, and elsewhere, useless,
mushing up as they get trampled down,
it's autumn again.

Cold blasts of wind,
Whistle through the trees,
causing leaves to shoot upwards,
crashing down upon least expecting victims,
paper bags shoot up,
then come down still,
it's autumn again,

Pounding rain,
like bullets hurtling towards the ground,
like the sky is our enemy,
causing chill,
it's autumn again,

Kids, pulling puffer jackets further over there heads,
shivering all over,
It's autumn again

Damp Footballs,  
Flying through the air, like mini meteorites
attacking earth as they fall.

Autumn comes fast to this school,
There's leaves, wind, rain
And from the field the first games yell,
And the last leaves lay crippled.