The Tortoise And The Hare by Ashleigh

Long ago, in a small land, a race was held for all to see. There were only two contestants (a tortoise and a hare). The hare was a very good runner: he was sure to win the race. However, the tortoise was determined to beat him. They stood at the starting line and got ready to sprint. 

“Pfffffffffffffff!” the whistle blew and they were off. It was a rocky, curvy track with tall, green trees scattered all around. The hare set off, but the tortoise was trailing behind. As slow as a snail, the tortoise dragged his stubby legs along the path and bowed his head. Everyone was cheering for the hare; the tortoise felt that he had no chance. The hare ran along quickly and skilfully in front of the poor tortoise. After a while, the hare started to get tired from running and he decided to sit under a tree and have just a quick rest while the tortoise caught up. Tired, run down and aching, the hare drifted off into a deep sleep. Now it was all up to tortoise to win this race. Tortoise, who was not far behind, took his chance and trotted gleefully along. The longer the hare was asleep, the more time the tortoise had to win the race. The sun smiled down on him, which made him feel more confident. This was exciting: everyone was cheering and tortoise had almost won this race. Just as he was about to cross the finish line, he stopped to look back at hare, who was rubbing his eyes and looking around to see where tortoise was. Tortoise smiled cheerfully and stepped over the finish line with a sigh of relief. He tied a medal around his neck and stood on the podium by himself as the hare ran over in embarrassment. The hare’s ears flopped over his face and he drooped down to the floor. Everyone cheered for tortoise: he must have been fast after all!  

The Three Little Pigs by Emma L

Once in the near-ish future of 2115, there were three little robo-pigs, living on a small farm with the farmer. One day, the farmer decided that the robo-pigs were experienced enough to survive on their own, and could create their own farm, to help prevent starvation. All three robo-pigs headed off to find a place to build their own houses (each with a charging station to give the pigs power). 

 

After a while of traveling, the pigs came across a robot, equipped with a truck-load of solid concrete slabs, pre-mixed and ready to be used. The first robo-pig waddled up to the robot, reached up to it’s control panel, and shut it down! The first robo-pig said goodbye to the other two, and set off with the concrete. The pig immediately set to work in the centre of a nearby field. Once he had finished, he planned to take a nap for the rest of the afternoon, feeling very chuffed by the fact he had built a house before the other robo-pigs. He shut his eyes, and had almost fallen asleep, when he heard a voice from outside of his house.

“Yo, yo, yo, what up? Mind letting me in to chill with my bro?”

It was one of the robots that hung out in alleyways and others’ property. Also, who was he calling bro?

“No, no, no. Why should I let you inside my house?”

“Well, if you don’t let me in, I’ll kick your house down into tiny little pieces!”

“I’d like to see you try. My house is made out of solid concrete!”

The robot did just that, and with one kick of his metal foot, the house had fallen down to pieces! The robot shut down the pig’s system, and placed it into a bag to be used for scrap metal.

The other two pigs kept on wandering, trying to find materials and places to build their own houses. Soon, they came across a pile of scrap metal. Steel! That was strong! The second robo-pig walked over, and took it to use for his house. He set to work, placing the pieces of steel to form a cosy little house, where he planned to have a mud bath. This was his plan until he heard a voice at his front door.

“Yo, yo, yo, what up? Mind letting me in to chill with my bro?”

It was once again the robot from before, now coming for the second robo-pig. 

“No, no, no. Why should I let you in my house?” the pig squealed.

“Well, if you don’t let me in, I’ll kick your house down into tiny little pieces!”

“I’d like to see you try. My house is made of steel!”

Just like he had done for the other pig, he kicked it down, like he had said he would, shut down the robo-pig’s system, and stored it away as scrap metal for later use.

“Two down, one to go,” muttered the robot maliciously.

Now all that was left, was the third and final robo-pig. He had now been on a search for many, many, long, tiring hours. However, it appeared that luck had come his way. He was walking through an alleyway near a science and invention lab, and saw some left over titanium left behind! He felt like the luckiest robo-pig alive! He quickly stashed it away and set off, building his cottage made of the strongest existing metal! The robo-pig was minding his own business, reading that day’s newspaper, when he (like the other pigs had) heard a voice at the door.

“Yo, yo, yo, what up? Mind letting me on to chill with my bro?”

“No, no, no. Why should I let you in my house?” the pig said, aware of the fact that the robot wasn’t known for being the friendliest.

“Well, if you don’t let me in, I’ll kick your house down into tiny little pieces!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I am sure you are aware my house is made of titanium!” warned the third, smartest, and most polite pig of the trio. Ignoring the robo-pig, the robot attempted to kick the house down, just as simply as he had the other two. A small, petty robo-pig couldn’t stop him, right? Wrong. He kicked the house, but all that fell to pieces, was the robot’s leg! He soon fell to the floor, and crawled away before the guards of the town found out his location. So, the smartest, most patient of the robo-pigs survived, and happily lived in his small house made of titanium.

The End!

Three Little Pigs by Aimee T

Long, long ago, there was a ginormous family of twenty-eight miniscule pigs. Imagine a home full of noise, full of chaos and full of laughter and love: that is our little pigs’ house. The youngest of these pigs always had the most attention, attention because if they didn’t, they would be screaming their heads off. Their names were Xyla, Yasmin and Zara. The three oldest pigs were now old enough to leave home and find food for themselves. Their names were Alex, Benjamin and Charlie and our magnificent story is going to be based quite significantly on them.

The day had come. Alex, Benjamin and Charlie had packed their bags and were leaving through the old and rusty farmhouse door. They all had their plans; they were each going to build their own little house. But how? I hear you say. Well, you will just have to wait and see.

However, little did they know, they were being watched and followed. The highly dangerous wolf, that every pig in the land knows about, was very hungry. Creeping, the wolf dived under bushes and leaves but never was seen.

Alex was the first to say his goodbyes. He was going to build a house of straw on Uncle Joe’s farm. A few miles north from that, Benjamin was certain that he would have a great life living in a house of twigs on Grandpa Fred’s farm. Then, it was Charlie left alone to find somewhere good to build upon. Wise yet unsure, Charlie set off towards town and luckily found a small plot of land near a supermarket. The more he looked for things he could build with, the more he fell for the idea of bricks.

By now, the three little pigs had built their own houses and settled down in them. Meanwhile, the wolf was planning a terrible idea in his head. He was going to blow all the houses down! So off he went, being sure to fill up with plenty of air. Alex was there. In the house of straw. And then, without warning, PUFF! The whole house was destroyed! Alex ran like the wind to his brother Benjamin’s house of twigs to make an urgent warning. But just as Alex set foot inside the building there was another great PUFF! Now poor Benjamin’s house was ruined! Then they ran like the wind to their other brother’s house (Charlie) made of bricks. And just as they set foot inside the building there was another great PUFF! But this time nothing happened. Nothing at all.

They were alive! THEY WERE ALIVE! Alex, Benjamin and Charlie gathered around for a massive group hug and pulled funny faces at the wolf through the window. That was a story that would go down through many generations.

How to Practise on MyMaths by Jasmine

How to Practise on MyMaths

Equipment:

1.  A device e.g a laptop

2. A pencil

3. Paper 

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1. On your device search ‘MyMaths’.
2. Click the button on the right hand side which says log in.
3. Put in the school’s username and password.
4. Put in your username and password.
5. If you want to practise then click the button that says ‘practice’.
6. Whatever year you're in, then click your year.
7. Click on the button that has the title of what you want to practice.
8. Then use the pencil and paper to help you answer the questions.
9. Keep doing it till you know what to do.
10. Don’t give up.

By Jasmine

Reading Task by Isabel L

Expanded Noun Phrases by Abigail

Texture Art by Isabel L

Today, the Year Six were given the following for their art activity:

Here is the artwork produced by Isabel:

Art - Texture Rubbing by Holly W, Marley O and Joseph J

100 Word Challenge - Week 25

Again this week, some of our children entered the 100 Word Challenge. They wrote an entry based upon this week's prompt:

Their writing is below:

Jasmine:

Bananas, bananas, bananas…Why are there so many types of them? If you want I can name them all for you. There are black, squishy bananas, fresh bananas, tiny bananas, big bananas that are as heavy as a can of beans and the worst bananas of all... smelly bananas. Oh boy. Once I had a smelly banana and I ran out of the building as fast as my legs could carry me and jumped over the fence damaging it. That was the worst. I still haven’t mentioned the best banana of all… flying bananas. They are the best bananas ever!

Joseph:

Once there was a banana and he was very fat.He was sooo fat he was the heaviest banana in the world!So - for some apparent reason - he decided to try and be the first banana to jump off a table and survive. Unfortunately, he got damaged in the fall and went splat on the floor as a pile of rotten black pulp:)

Holly:

This banana was very black.Very black and very heavy. One day this banana jumped off the table and onto the floor. Sadly his skin was damaged; it turned black.He just lied there on the floor and sobbed to himself; “why is my life so hard?” he mumbled to himself. “All I do is sit in a fruit bowl and get covered up by other fruit when this thing called the um, shopping comes”He sat up and stared at the people walking up the stairs and into the kitchen. “Who are these people?”

The Fruit Bowl by Owen T

Working at home, Owen looked at the 100 Word Challenge website and wrote an entry based upon this week's prompt:

His writing is below:

There once was a street in London that had a fruit bowl, but it was no ordinary fruit bowl. Oh no the fruit in the fruit bowl actually came alive.

It was a dark and stormy night and there in the fruit bowl, Bob the banana was just waking up.He gently  jumped out the fruit bowl so as not to wake up the others yet, but Oscar the orange jumped out just as Bob had hit the floor and squish! Bob winced. He turned around, Oscar the orange was so heavy he’d damaged his insides. Ouch.

 

Horror Story Covers

As part of our recent narrative work, we wrote horror stories. Once they were finished, we imagined what the book's front cover may look like:

The Love of a Paperclip - Emily D

100 Word Challenge Week #24

Alfie was a paperclip. He was tiny, yellow and bended in a peculiar shape. “I’m trying to hold on!” he shouted. This notebook was odd, circular and pink. Her name was Kirsty. Alfie rather liked Kirsty and Kirsty rather liked Alfie.“Come on my dear! You can make it!” yelled Kirsty all to Alfie’s delight. As quick as a lightning bolt, he jolted upright and sighed a sigh of relief. Then, a large brown finger snatched him from Kirsty and moved him to a larger book.“Goodbye my love,” was sad Alfie’s last ever word.

Four Square

As part of our Canadian study and Sport Relief Friday, we learned the rules of Four Square:

We really enjoyed learning this game!

The Life Of a Falling Leaf - Mia A

 100 Word Challenge Week #24

Hi my name is Leaf.

I live in a tree. 

Well I used to live in a tree. 

I will tell you the story 

Of the day 

I lost my home. 

One gusty and rainy day, 

My home started to wiggle.

I wondered what was happening

Then I heard something screaming.

It was my friends 

I saw them fall. 

Then I felt my hands

Start to slip.

“ I’m trying to hold on,” I shouted.  

But then I saw myself 

Not in my home

But on the floor.

This is where I now am...

Stuck - Jasmine J

100 Word Challenge Week #24

It was a regular day at the Conrad’s house. It was 3 o’clock, they were all in bed, except Sam. Sam texted  his best friend, Tim,to see if he wanted to go to the park and get one of the best, creamiest, delicious ice-creams ever. Two minutes later, Tim replied and said that he would go and they would meet at the park. Once they both got there, they got an ice-cream and Tim had brought his favourite kite so he started to fly it.” I’m trying to hold on” he shouted, the kite was stuck so was Sam.

The Mystery Door - Joshua B

 100 Word Challenge Week #24

Jake and Thomas loved going on adventures.It was 1716 and they decided to go on another adventure.They got to their adventure by going through a hole in a gnarled bark tree.Suddenly, they were being sucked into a galaxy and...

They were thrown into a room.They felt like there were ghosts hurdling around them.Then out of nowhere, Jake found a wooden door. Thomas opened it and suddenly there was a pit of burning lava under him.He only had his hand holding on.

“I’m trying to hold on,” he shouted.Then…

He fell.

Cliff Hanger - Barney C

100 Word Challenge Week #24

“I’m trying to hold on,’ he shouted as the cliff grew weaker and the monster grew greater.“Please just don’t let go on me!” screamed his sister in the howling wind. “I’m sorry but it’s too late sis!” and let go.” NOOOOOOOOOO!” squealed his sister. She dropped to her knees and her eyes were full of rage and tears. Her face was burning, and she wanted to slay this beast. “Hands activate!” Fire grew out of her hands and her eyes were full of fury. Gravel slipped under her feet as she sprinted full speed towards the beast.

The Fatal Life of an Ice Cream - Joseph

 100 Word Challenge Week #24

My life changed when a monster took me. I was minding my own business with all my friends: chocolate, vanilla and strawberry, when a massive scoop like creature lifted me out of my home. It was horrible! I bet you haven’t been removed from your home by a scoop monster! Then, it decided to plop me onto a nosil thing, but nooo! That wasn’t enough! The monster handed the nosil (with me still in it!) to another monster, only this one was smaller. But, I was getting hot and lost my balance!“I’m trying to hold on,” I shouted…

SPLAT!!!!!!

Premier League Writing Stars Poetry Competition: Ambition

This year the Premier League asked our pupils to write poems based on the theme of ambition (also one of our school's values), using inspiration from the poem Beautiful Ambition by Karl Nova. The poem and subject encourage us to think of our dreams for the future and understand that dreams and aspirations are valuable and that they can be achieved (which also links to Future Me). The poem incorporates self-belief and resilience and these are themes that run through the Premier League Primary Stars programme.

Below are some of our entries:

Joseph

Have an ambition? Do it!

Have a goal? Score it!

Have a dream? Complete it!

Have an aim? Well , aim up high!

Self belief is the way to go,

If you fall in the river, just learn to row!

Even if hard, it may seem,

Opportunity + work = your dream!

Persistence is hard!

But remember to the end,

That ambition is your real, true friend

Charly

Oh my ambition,

It feels like a mission, 

Writing and writing,

It feels so inviting, 

I love to look, 

And read a book.

More and more,

It starts to bore,

writing is frightening,

When it needs to be perfect,

So use some green pen,

And you'll become friends.

It will be edited,

And corrected,

To be published,

For the world to see,

Lots will read it,

And will want it,

As much as their dreams.

Jessica

My ambition 

Is to twirl and swirl,

Flying through the world of tiptoe 

With a pink bow ,

But hope is with me though 

Even though I tried 

I tried and tried but hope wont let me go,

I use to dream to be me and now I can swirl and twirl

Rosie

My ambition is to fly,

Gliding, soaring, ever so high:

The sun would be my sauna,

The clouds my bed,

And when I’m getting bullied,

I can blot them out in my head,

I can return to my fantasy land,

Where everything is good,

And all evil is banned,

Where everyone is understood...

This is my dream,

To fly,

And to soar,

And as the days go by,

I’m forever wanting more.

Jasmine

My ambition,

Is to go high,

Soaring quickly through the night sky,

I always wanted to land on Mars,

Whenever I  look at the bright stars,

Flying into outer space,

Still I have barely any fear,

And thanks to my ambition,

I still might be able to solve this mission

Ezri

Stop!

What is stopping you?

Achieve!!!

Why aren’t you achieving?

You have a dream,

Achieve it,

You have a life,

Live it,

Even if you start over.

Dillon

Don’t stop achieving! 

Just keep believing! 

Your dreams are your future, 

Ambition is there, 

It just needs hard work, 

Remember never give up on your dreams, 

They will never give up on you.

Owen 

Ambition is brave,

Ambition is true,

Ambition is really up to you

You can learn 

You can yearn 

To be that bit more successful

 

Evie

Aim for the moon, land in the stars

Achieving and aiming, 

Motivation and determination,

Blooming and blowing,

Intention and imagination

Teamwork and hard work,

Independance and infinite, 

Opportunity and objective,

Natural and nostalgic…

Samuel

Dreams

Dreams are big, 

Dreams are small,

Dreams could be hanging on the wall,

Dreams can be friends,

Dreams can be foe,

Dreams can fly and sour,

Dreams of mine,

Dreams of yours,

Dreams of ours.

Chloe

Flowers that strewn and grow 

Flowers that like to know

Flowers who are fully grown 

Flowers who love to show 

Tulips who are bright and pretty 

Tulips that are born to pity

Roses that are frozen in fear 

Daisies that are born with tears 

Lavenders dream is to achieve 

Lavenders purpose is to wish for an opportunity to now

Bluebells that bloom and blow  

Sunflowers that are born with Ambition 

Barney

Go to Paris, Go to Rome 

Go to depths that are unknown.

Gather a crew to strive by our own,

Aim up high up yo the sky and you 

Never know you might just find that 

One passion or 

You might find a problem

You want to resolve.

So just aim up high

Maybe you’ll find 

You can solve anything you want to.

Noah

No dream is to big and no dream is to small,

My Dream is nor big or small,

My dream is to fly,

To fly is my dream,

Out of my eyes I’ll shoot lazer beams,

No dream is to big and no dream is to small,

My dream is to fly,

To fly is my dream,

Out of my eye I,ll shoot lazer beams.

Elliott 

Dreams 

They aim they shoot

They saw through the sky

They grow they bubble

They strive 

I have some dreams 

That i will achieve 

Even though it is hard

Even if they don't go to plan 

I will try again 

Because i believe in dreams