Rosie in Class One thought of this fantastic story at home after her birthday party. She told it to her mum and her mum typed it out for her. We think it's amazing! What do you think?
Once upon a time there was a little girl called Rosie who lived on top of a big hill. Rosie had her birthday party. She got some balloons from Rey her friend. One morning when Rosie was getting ready for school she had a quick play in the garden with her balloons. Before she knew what was happening she was lifted into the air by the balloons and started to float up to the sky.
From Rosie's hill she could see her little school and she floated towards it. When she got nearer to Harewood and she saw her little school Rosie let go of one of the balloons so she could float gently down into the playground and she landed next to Mr Madeley.
Rosie said "Good morning Mr Madeley, I floated here without my mummy and daddy." She tied the rest of the balloons to the school gate (and the other one) so that when school had finished that day she untied her balloons and floated back up into the sky. She floated all the way back home to Bardsey and landed at her house and said "Hello everyone I'm back." Mummy and daddy said "We wondered where you had been all day!"
The End.
Friday 30 March 2012
Friday 16 March 2012
The Birthday Disaster
Many of the children entered short stories in the Radio 2 500 words competition. In total a staggering 74,000 stories were entered nationally.
On Thursday we received the fantastic news that Alana's story has made it through to the next phase of judging. Only two thousand stories go forward to the next stage which makes Alana's achievement even more special. Well done Alana!
Hi my name is Kate. Has your birthday ever been a disaster? Mine has! It started at the zoo when my first disaster struck. My birthday has finally come and my party.
On Thursday we received the fantastic news that Alana's story has made it through to the next phase of judging. Only two thousand stories go forward to the next stage which makes Alana's achievement even more special. Well done Alana!
The Birthday Disaster - Alana Pigott
Hi my name is Kate. Has your birthday ever been a disaster? Mine has! It started at the zoo when my first disaster struck. My birthday has finally come and my party.
It was my tenth birthday. We were going to the zoo as a birthday treat, we saw: monkeys, lions, tigers, camels, red hogs, flamingos, birds and as well farm animals. We were looking at the Flamingos, while the Birds that were opposite were getting fed. The zoo keeper opened the cage to let them fly for a bit. The birds flew beautifully but there was one problem they were heading to me! I turned away as they flew closer and closer, bang I ran straight into a bench. Ouch it really hurt, once it was all cleaned up we went bowling.
I picked a shiny blue ball that looked like a tiny planet. When we were half way through the game it looked liked Hannah was winning, but not for long because I won with an amazing 500 points! For the second game we swapped balls which were not good. I got a green ball that looked like a beautiful garden. It was my turn. If I got a strike I would win the whole game. I collected my ball and OW! I dropped the ball on my foot and that really hurt, so my knees and my foot were hurting and they were sore. After a while we all started to get a bit hungry.
We decided to go for something to eat, my choice was the pizza house but it was all full so was the steak house. We ended up in a Japanese restaurant. How can people eat this stuff, it is horrible. Sushi, raw fish I only like mine in batter, needless to say I did not enjoy my meal. Mum brought the cake into the restaurant and asked our Japanese waitress if she
could light the candles and play happy birthday through the speakers, but we couldn’t really understand her because she was Japanese. So after five minutes we hear music similar to happy birthday, but in Japanese. As the waitress brought the cake in, the candles blew out and the waitress tripped over a chair leg. My cake, my beautiful chocolate cake, flew across the table to land on me. I was covered in chocolate cake; this was not supposed to happen.
When I cleaned up we headed home, my friends were coming too. Mum kindly stopped off to buy a pizza and a new cake. After we had eaten, mum brought the cake in. We all sang happy birthday so there were no disasters from the restaurant till now!!!
How were we to know that my best friend Hannah was allergic to strawberry?! That is when my last and very spotty disaster struck. Hannah ended up in hospital, with red blobs all over her. A very colourful end to a colourful birthday!
Tuesday 6 March 2012
The World's Dumbest Waiter
Our Year 3 prize winning entry into the 500 words competition:
The World’s Dumbest Waiter
Byron Capitano
Chapter 1
“The Queen must be by dead by the end of the week!”
“BUT HOW?”
‘We’ve got you a job in the palace kitchen, you start tomorrow. You figure out the rest.”
“BUT HOW?”
“But how is that all you can say? Just sort it by Friday.”
Chapter 2
The Palace
“Quiet please, let me introduce you to our new chef Dalesburgh. We have a very busy day with some very important guests and Thompson please don’t mess it up AGAIN.”
“OK I’ll try not to.”
“Thompson” yelled Dalesburgh.
‘This starter is ready, bring it immediately to her majesty and no one else”.
Thompson picked up the silver tray nervously.
“I musn’t drop this tray like last time,” he whispered anxiously. He walked down the corridor towards the great hall, the tray balanced on one hand.
“Looking good, looking good, nearly there!” muttered Thompson.
Out of nowhere, bolted one of the Queen’s Corgis heading straight towards Thompson. Before Thompson knew what had hit him the tray was on the floor, the contents spread all over. The guilty Corgi demolished the food greedily.
All of a sudden the Corgi started to run around in circles like a lunatic, doing some kind of doggy breakdancing. He then collapsed on the floor. When the vet had finished examining the Corgi he was still confused as to what had happened.
Dalesburgh was furious with Thompson
“You – You IDIOT! Are you the dumbest waiter in the world?’ he spat.
“I made that specially for the Queen and you ruined it!”
“I’m so sorry,” whimpered Thompson
“You will be” snarled Dalesburgh.
The next day Thompson arrived in the kitchen shakily. Dalesburgh was acting strangely hiding his ingredients in the bread cupboard. It was getting close to lunchtime and Thompson was filled with dread. Dalesburgh appeared from under the kitchen counter with two bowls of the Queen’s favourite pasta.
‘Thompson,” yelled Dalesburgh.
“Take this bowl of pasta to the Queen and if you drop it, it will be the last thing you ever drop”.
“What about the other bowl?” said Thompson
“None of your business that’s mine” growled Dalesburgh.
Thompson accidently picked up the wrong bowl of pasta and took it to the Queen. On his way back to the kitchen he heard a massive KABOOM!!!
He ran straight in and found Dalesburgh char grilled and security all around him.
“You, you FOOL you took the wrong boll of pasta to the Queen and left me with the one with a bomb in it.” Said Dalesburgh.
“And isn’t it a good job that I am the dumbest waiter in the world?”
‘NO” screamed Dalesburgh as they took him away to prison.
The Queen was so pleased that Thompson had saved her life that she decided to knight him.
“Thank you Your Majesty”
“No thank YOU Thompson”
“Would you like me to bring you your afternoon tea Your Majesty?”
“No Thompson I don’t think so, no doubt you will only drop it!”
“Yes Your Majesty you’re probably right “
The World’s Dumbest Waiter
Byron Capitano
Chapter 1
“The Queen must be by dead by the end of the week!”
“BUT HOW?”
‘We’ve got you a job in the palace kitchen, you start tomorrow. You figure out the rest.”
“BUT HOW?”
“But how is that all you can say? Just sort it by Friday.”
Chapter 2
The Palace
“Quiet please, let me introduce you to our new chef Dalesburgh. We have a very busy day with some very important guests and Thompson please don’t mess it up AGAIN.”
“OK I’ll try not to.”
“Thompson” yelled Dalesburgh.
‘This starter is ready, bring it immediately to her majesty and no one else”.
Thompson picked up the silver tray nervously.
“I musn’t drop this tray like last time,” he whispered anxiously. He walked down the corridor towards the great hall, the tray balanced on one hand.
“Looking good, looking good, nearly there!” muttered Thompson.
Out of nowhere, bolted one of the Queen’s Corgis heading straight towards Thompson. Before Thompson knew what had hit him the tray was on the floor, the contents spread all over. The guilty Corgi demolished the food greedily.
All of a sudden the Corgi started to run around in circles like a lunatic, doing some kind of doggy breakdancing. He then collapsed on the floor. When the vet had finished examining the Corgi he was still confused as to what had happened.
Dalesburgh was furious with Thompson
“You – You IDIOT! Are you the dumbest waiter in the world?’ he spat.
“I made that specially for the Queen and you ruined it!”
“I’m so sorry,” whimpered Thompson
“You will be” snarled Dalesburgh.
The next day Thompson arrived in the kitchen shakily. Dalesburgh was acting strangely hiding his ingredients in the bread cupboard. It was getting close to lunchtime and Thompson was filled with dread. Dalesburgh appeared from under the kitchen counter with two bowls of the Queen’s favourite pasta.
‘Thompson,” yelled Dalesburgh.
“Take this bowl of pasta to the Queen and if you drop it, it will be the last thing you ever drop”.
“What about the other bowl?” said Thompson
“None of your business that’s mine” growled Dalesburgh.
Thompson accidently picked up the wrong bowl of pasta and took it to the Queen. On his way back to the kitchen he heard a massive KABOOM!!!
He ran straight in and found Dalesburgh char grilled and security all around him.
“You, you FOOL you took the wrong boll of pasta to the Queen and left me with the one with a bomb in it.” Said Dalesburgh.
“And isn’t it a good job that I am the dumbest waiter in the world?”
‘NO” screamed Dalesburgh as they took him away to prison.
The Queen was so pleased that Thompson had saved her life that she decided to knight him.
“Thank you Your Majesty”
“No thank YOU Thompson”
“Would you like me to bring you your afternoon tea Your Majesty?”
“No Thompson I don’t think so, no doubt you will only drop it!”
“Yes Your Majesty you’re probably right “
Left Out
It feels as if a fire is in my mind.
My face is scrunched up.
A storm is breaking inside me.
My feet are kicking the wall in rage.
My hands are sinking to the bottom of my pockets.
I want to scream, but I am too scared to.
I have to stay
And listen
To everyone calling me names
And leaving me out.
I am all alone in the corner of the playground.
Ciara Coll
Year 4
My face is scrunched up.
A storm is breaking inside me.
My feet are kicking the wall in rage.
My hands are sinking to the bottom of my pockets.
I want to scream, but I am too scared to.
I have to stay
And listen
To everyone calling me names
And leaving me out.
I am all alone in the corner of the playground.
Ciara Coll
Year 4
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