Monday 15 December 2014

The night before Chrismas

'Twas the hour before Christmas, and all through the mansion,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a slug.
The socks were hung by the computer desk with care,
In hopes that St. Bob soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of sugar-hashbrowns danced in their hands.
And daughter in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
died open the shutters, and lived up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-millennium to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a crazy giraffe, and eight tiny turtles.
With a little old driver, so lively and fat,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Bob.
More rapid than lionesses his turtles they came,
And he whistled, and jumped, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! Now, Sam! Now, Phone and Vixen!
On, Guy! On Leopard! On, Hat and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the taxi!
Now lie away! Lie away! Lie away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the computer desk St. Bob came with a bound.
His eyes -- how they plummeted! His dimples, how hairy!
His wrists were like lions, his neck like a cheese!
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the socks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his collar bone aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the computer desk he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shrill,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good hour!"

Wednesday 10 December 2014


SONG TITLE: Frosty the chicken-Man

Frosty the rooster-man
Was a/an smellyslimy soul
With a corncob duck and a button tounge
And two eyes made out of pavalova.
Frosty the chicken-man was a/an bright tale, they say.
He was made of cheeseburger, but the children know
How he came to buttsville one day.
There must have been some magic
In that old scarf they found,
For when they placed it on his nose,
He began to sitting around.
Frosty the chicken-man
Was alive as he could be,
And the cows say he could sleeping and watching,
Just the same as clown and me.

Tuesday 2 December 2014

My Banjello instrument explanation

My BanJello, I'm not bragging about how it makes horrible noise. I am bragging about how it works to make sound though.
First of all, when a string is plucked, struck or hit, the string vibrates and waves push into the hollow body, making the waves bounce off the sides of it, which creates louder waves. The waves vibrate out of the cavity, which ring around as sound.

To make the sound higher or lower, simply create the string shorter by putting a finger on a part of the string down the neck. The more down the neck, the higher the note. Then pluck it to create the higher sound.

Wednesday 19 November 2014

Gone craypotting ( Hiwi the kiwi story)

A few screeching seagulls followed us as we advanced our way to where Dad's craypots were.
Dad and I were craypotting with Moe, Dads friend that had eyes that stuck out like a pugs. We were on Dad's deep blue stabicraft, when we headed out near silver bay, where a pink and two yellow body's bobbed up and down quickly.
The small winch whirred feebly as rope flew on the small deck. Slowly but surely , a square figure came out of the sea, full of spiky crays and a large, ugly figure that squirmed about like a worm, a Conger eel. It was uglier than a hag, pale black and as big as a plumbing pipe, 
writhing and struggling to get free.
Dad quickly pulled it out and cut its head off before it could bite a cray. 
The Conger eel, about ten minutes later was fed to the gulls and served as bait for the next pot. It could have been placed back in the ocean. Not even fed to the seagulls. We headed back to the docking site, with plenty of crays and conger eel bait in the bucket for next time we go craypotting.

Monday 10 November 2014

Accident story (dialogue)

  'Ow!' a large echoing cry came out of the thick forest after a small thud that sounded painful. Everything was just heard in this forest, it was hard to see, hear, even breathe in it. It had wild flowers to bizarre looking ferns and stones with small patches of moss on them.
  "What was that?" Jeremy exclaimed loudly through the thickness of the air, "it sounded painful."
  "Probably an animal that got trapped." George replied quickly,"There was a few White-tailed deer around where it came from before."
  "I'm going to check it out" called back Jeremy, quietly walking in the bush to the cry.
  "Fine, you will!" Hissed George, looking away for a moment of hesitation and turning to the figure that was now Jeremy far away, "Oi! Wait up!" He ran after Jeremy quickly.

Moss-covered stones sat happily in a blue tinted stream which seemed to go forever, while small, young ferns sprouted out of large, very old and wrinkled trees that lived around many decades. A few violent green birds fluttered past as fat, small grey budgies perch on small twigs that could just hold their weight.
  "Shoo shoo!" Said George, waving his left hand a bit in the air, quiet angry about the friendly birds flying past, "get your own person to swoop on!" He swore something too that Jeremy heard.
  "They don't understand you when you say nasty things and swipe your hand about." Jeremy said hastily, frowning so his eyebrows made one long, dark brown monobrow. "I quite like them flying past, gives the impression that you're not alone."
  "Well it gives me the impression that I'm going to get bombarded with the bird's leavings." George replied quickly without hesitation. It was about an hour when they seen odd things, blue rocks, purple flowers poking out of  old, rotten bits of wood. there was a few small poppies that poked oddly out of a small patch of grass.
A jet black crow came into the distance, saying with one eye open, 'Don't pick 'em, you'll get an infection for a week.'
George and Jeremy got to a small cliff to find a figure, a bit smaller than jeremy, hanging on a rope tied to a tree. With an angry face. It was Becca tapshoe, around  in the top twenty of the nastiest in the school that George went to, not as nasty as Gemma bitterly though, which had a tongue like a camel which spat all the time, she even looked like a camel amazingly. Anyway, that was a different story.
  "Oh great, you two nitwits are here, yay! she said sarcastically,"I don't need your help" she added nastily.
 "Okay, we'll leave you here", said George,"Just dangling there until one of your friends comes along and-" he stopped," what are you doing here?" he said quickly.
  "I smell trouble coming..." muttered Jeremy.
  "None of your bees wax", toyed Becca,"Just me... a fashion queen, taking a stroll through the forest, then wam!" she said, quite dramatically."Now I'm here, hanging upside down, on this ugly, no for good, rope."
  "Well do you need help?" toyed George,"We could just-"
  "Ahh," hesitated Becca fakely then she spelt," N-O, no! I don't need any help from you two smellies."
 "Come Jeremy, I don't think this fish wants to swim  again." George indicated for Jeremy to follow out of the small clearing.
  "Okay okay!" Becca shouted to them, which ran through the woods, a few birds took off and speed away, "I need your help then."
  "And? What else?" Protested Jeremy
She moaned, "I'm a bogey face, there! I said it! Now can you let me down before something comes and eats me."
Possibly after ten minutes of  struggling and anger, the three were back in the forest, slowly making their way to the road. A large outline of a bear like animal came to view through the thick forest, which disappeared into the bush. They never knew what it was.

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Wednesday 5 November 2014

Sunday 14 September 2014

Sunday 24 August 2014

Tuesday 29 July 2014

Term 3 Goals

To plan the end for my writing

To work on drawing animals and backgrounds in Art

To do 15 minutes of reading and 15 minutes of spelling or maths each week day

Thursday 12 June 2014

The queen's purse


I couldn't sleep.knowing that the queen stashed her purse, with silk so soft as a black panther's coat, on her mahogany bedside cabinet. I slowly got out of bed and went to the door that lead to the 2nd floor corridor. The corridor looked very ghostly at midnight, even the moonlight gives it a graveyard atmosphere.
There were some muffled voices - guards! There was a large plant pot nearby. I
dived behind it and a few seconds later there were half a dozen pairs of jet black polished shoes skimming the ghostly hallway doors.
When they have gone past, I crawled out behind the plant pot, then press footed over to a stair case at the other end of the hall which seemed to go 12 metres up. It probably took me 2 minutes to run up the stairs with tripping up 5 times. On the 3rd floor, 1st class, it looked like the posh hallway cost more than an arm and a leg. But the floor was quite creaky, creaking now and then when I stepped down the hall. When I reached the queen's bedroom which was at the end of the hall, -there was a pause- then I slowly opened the into a cream white room with a deep purple ceiling and a ebony black wooden floor.
There were beautifully decorated windows on the overside of the enchanted room. There was a small mahogany cabinet beside a great crazy quilted bed that made the room look tiny. On the cabinet was a
Softy stitched, diamond and ruby encrusted purse that sparkled in the moonlight.
Crawling over to it, I quickly grabbed it and opened the purse slowly, It was as soft as any of the finest strands of silk in the world. Golden lined and glittery, there were a large amount of odd artefacts and things in the purse, four life sized corgi plushies, a golden desert eagle gun, some packets of instant fancy tea and a pair of high heels with diamonds shaped as scooby doo and also what seemed to be a miniature living manatee, there were much more odd things in the purse.
I quickly closed the purse that glistened and shimmered.
Then I placed it back on the mahogany cabinet and scooped out through the doorway to the 2nd floor.

Thursday 5 June 2014

Monday 19 May 2014

Wednesday 16 April 2014

Tuesday 8 April 2014

Tuesday 18 March 2014

Patrick star

Patrick star,lies lazily on his large,hot bolder, He wasn't sure what to do on a sleepy afternoon on Thursday.

This bright, pink starfish,that had no nose,although he has fingerless and toeless limbs. He had only one tooth in his upper jaw,he has no hair too. Patrick's face was also a thing so funny a potbelly pig would choke on laughter.

Patrick's neighbour, SpongeBob was his best buddy. SpongeBob's curiosity and Patrick's silly dumbfoundedness wasn't going to break their friendship.Patrick wasn't really good at jokes either.


Patrick's other neighbour, Squidward was a awesome artist, well he thought he was.
Squidward didn't think SpongeBob and Patrick were his friends, but his really annoying neighbours.
The pale greenish blue squid was the worst clarinet player in bikini bottom.

Patrick had a nice life in his neighbourhood playing with his friends and going to the theme park that's really exciting, Gloveworld.

Spongebob's job, as a burger chef, was nice to Patrick since he gets free hot,tasty food from the Krusty Krab.