Children's Work
CREATIVE WRITING
The Zoo
The amazing, attractive antelope,
The beastly, bored bear,
The clever, cautious cat,
They all belong to the zoo!
The delicate, dancing deer,
The enormous, ever-eating elephant,
The fragile, flying fish,
They al belong to the zoo!
The giant, gorgeous giraffe,
The hideous, hairy hyena,
The large, lonely lion,
They al belong to the zoo!
The mischievious, messy monkey,
The oblivious, orangey octopus,
The pretty, podgy panda,
They all belong to the zoo!
The rude, rauccous rhino,
The scarey, smelly snake,
The tall, terrible tiger,
They all belong to the zoo!
The vivacious, violent viper,
The weird, wonderous wombat,
The zig-zagged, zealous zebra,
They all belong to the zoo!
Claire Mackie
Year 5
My Jungle
The ivy fans out like a Giant Cheese plant waiting for rain.
I scramble over pebbles like mossy boulders.
And the rose-eating greenfly waits
silently like a man-eating mosquito , ready to attack.
The goldfish pond , a treacherous lagoon in the heart of the lawn.
The garden hornbill, a blackbird that eats the jungle berries.
The robin, bluebird and kingfisher are the darting, daring birds of paradise
waiting for worms.
The slow worm may not eat you but, to me its a spitting cobra or python.
The bromeliads, like fluffy rabbit ears, take in and store water.
These may be on the small scale for you but they are huge for an ant. 
Rebecca Ireland
Year 5
Once upon a time, a girl called Rapunzel came upon a very pretty house in the woods. She thought it was so nice that she could not bear not to go into the house. Her long, tangled hair dragged behind her as she walked inside. She wandered around, up and up the curved staircase until, at the top corner of the house, she came to a small door. She opened it and ended up in a big room with one window.
In came an old lady who asked why she was there. Rapunzel told her the whole story of how she had been lost and had been wandering around for years. Then the old woman said: “Good gracious me! Your hair is so long and knotted and filthy. Would you like a hair cut?”
Rapunzel smiled and nodded.
“Well then,” suggested the old lady, “stick your hair out the window so that, when it’s cut, it will fall out of the window and my room won’t become dirty. I’m a retired hairdresser so I think that I can cut your hair nicely.” The old lady went out of the room, to go and find a pair of scissors.
As Rapunzel hung her long hair out of the window, she immediately felt something heavy tugging on her hair and, suddenly, a scruffy-looking boy jumped off her hair into the room. He had used her hair as a ladder to climb up and into the room! The old lady came back with a pair of scissors. She dropped them in shock as she saw the small boy with ripped clothes in her room.
“That hurt me!” Rapunzel screamed as the boy looked puzzled.
“Aren’t you meant to say fee fi fo fum?” asked the boy.
“No!” shouted Rapunzel.
“I’m Jack, from the story ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’. I’m meant to climb a beanstalk, not your hair. It’s just that I’m so poor, I’m not able to buy glasses,” explained Jack.
Rapunzel took out a £50 note and put it in Jack’s hand saying: “Get out of here and go buy yourself a pair of glasses! This is my fairytale and I don’t want short-sighted little boys in it!”
Jack frowned and disappeared again out of the window. The old lady picked up the scissors and stared enquiringly at Rapunzel.
“Don’t ask,” stated Rapunzel.
The old lady walked over to Rapunzel and snipped all her hair off until it was short and neat. When she had finished, she held up a mirror and asked Rapunzel what she thought of it.
“I am the fairest of them all,” Rapunzel declared. “I like it.” Rapunzel gave her £10 and five beans as a thank-you gift.
The old lady showed her to the front door. Rapunzel heard a dog’s bark from the kitchen as she started to leave. The old woman said, “Sorry, I must go now. I need to feed my dog a bone. If you need me to cut your hair again, just ask for Mother Hubbard.”
The End
by Daniella Orrell – SP Class – Year 4
My name is Russet and I am a mother fox. I have amber-coloured eyes and a big, bushy tail with a white tip. My fur is a reddish-brown and is silky smooth.
My cubs and I have a very comfortable, and well-hidden home. To make our home cosy, I find some sheep’s wool (that sometimes gets caught in the hedges), then I put the wool in the bottom of our den. Also, sometimes I find some dry leaves and put them at the bottom of our den too.
My three children all have different personalities. Ruby is a very sensitive but bossy cub and her favourite food is wild birds.
Crystal is a playful but helpful girl-cub. Her favourite food is worms and she loves playing hide and seek.
Rex is a mischievous but funny boy-cub. His favourite food is fruit and vegetables and he likes to annoy his two sisters.
When I go out to catch the chickens, I have to go to a farm. I have to sneak through a hole in the fence and quickly try to grab a chicken. Sometimes, the farmer hears me and comes out with his shot gun and tries to shoot me. But, luckily, I always escape.
As my cubs grow older, I will have to teach them how to hunt and keep away from traps and hunters. That is why I worry about our safety.
I enjoy being a countryside fox rather then a city one. I think it is far more dangerous to live in the city.
by Anouschka Tse – SP Class – Year 4
A birthday party
Is like the Earth
The sweets
Are like large rocks
Lying on a deserted beach.
The party-poppers
Are like waterfalls,
Crashing into the ocean
Of sparkling drinks.
Mountain hats of colour
On a child’s head
As he opens his presents,
Caves of wonder at first,
Soon to be fun reality.
The merry guests
Buzzing like a swarm
Of excited bees.
The cake soon arrives,
A volcano of flavour
To the hyper-active
Eyes of the children.
Balloons hang,
Motionless,
Like bright, floating planets
As children devour cake beneath them.
Children leave a party
Holding their mothers’ hands.
While sucking a lollipop
Like a swirling meteorite,
Showering colour down to the Earth.
By Rhea Patel –ME Class – Year 5
A building site as busy as
the Harrod’s sale.
A cement mixer spinning as
fast as a washing machine.
Men working as hard as
the cement mixer.
Bricks as heavy as
a thousand bags of stones.
A saw as sharp
as a knife.
Sand as soft
as a kitten.
A hammer banging as
hard as a drum.
Hard hats as yellow
as the sun.
Nails as sharp as
a shark’s tooth.
Diggers digging like
a rabbit.
Scaffolding as high
as a kite.
Cement as grey as
the sky on a rainy day.
Safety boots as dirty as a
pig rolled in the mud.
Roof tiles as red
as the sunset.
Radios blaring as loud
as a tiger roaring.
Yes, a busy building site!
by Ainee O’Connor – ME Class - Year 5
The dusty ring had been passed through the Grace family for generations and generations, until Richard Grace found it in his great-aunt’s drawer.
Richard Grace was a very brave boy, although you might not think it if you saw him. His hair was too long and covered his ears so that only the tips of his ears were seen and he had big nostrils, very like a pig, but he did not mind. He also had an eyelid which was always half open.
Richard wanted to see if the ring fitted his finger but, when he put it on, the room began spinning, then vanished!
When he clambered to his feet, he found that he was in a different world!
“Where am I?” he whispered nervously.
“You are on the Lost Island,” someone answered back. Richard turned around very cautiously. There in front of his eyes, was a talking horse!
The horse was really fat and he had bulging eyes. He wore a hat with a bobble on it, like Father Christmas.
“It’s that ring. When you put it on, you come here and, when you take it off, you go to your normal world,” he repeated.
You must be joking!” Richard shouted.
“Seriously, I’m not! You are the chosen one! You can shape shift and run really fast and everything else. I am a ‘goodie’ too! The white wizard is the ‘baddie’!”
They set off to the horse’s camp. Finally, they reached the camp and everyone was staring at Richard and he began to feel uncomfortable.
“The king of this world is in that tent,” the horse whispered to him. An enormous bear emerged from the tent. “Richard Grace, please enter my tent,” he growled. The horse nudged him into the tent.
“We are not the only ones that know you have the ring. The wizard knows you have it as well. Tonight we go to war and you have to kill him with your own hands,” he growled.
Soon, the battle began. The wizard was destroying their army. Richard ran really fast and attacked the wizard, and then the bear king came to his help. Between the two of them, they managed to defeat the evil wizard. But, as the wizard died, white flames shot from his wand, straight at Richard. Richard felt a burning pain in his hand....
.....the ring was destroyed..........
.....and Richard Grace was back in his own house! He ran to his mother and hugged her tightly, “Did you miss me while I was gone?” he shouted.
“But you did not go anywhere, dear,” she answered, confused. He was so shocked - had he really not been gone for hours?
BY Arjun Raikundalia – ME Class – Year 5
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