Little Red Riding Hood (the wolf’s story)

Here is the story I had to write for home work!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

 

Little Red Riding Hood

From the Wolf’s Perspective

Once upon a time, there was a very BIG BAD WOLF who lived in a forest near a village. In fact the very big bad wolf was not bad at all. It was only when he felt the rumbling pangs of hunger that his stomach took over and told him what to do.

A small village was next to the forest and had a park where children would play and laugh. The children would play and often have lots of fun until night. The small village had cobbled stone pathways leading up to the little town houses which had tiny flower beds which held yellow and red poppies. From the house windows the children’s laughter could be heard. The forest where the wolf lived however was always dark and gloomy and very few ever dared to enter in. Sunlight attempted to creep in but was stopped by the large trees that crept mysteriously and twisted quickly, grabbing at any one who ventured through the forest. An eerie feeling pervaded all areas of the forest. Even though it was dark there were always Golden Everlasting flowers growing around.

There was one peculiar girl that the wolf spied on all the time. She had bright blonde hair that shone like the sun. Her smile was dazzling and captivating. She was always dressed in dull worn out clothes but covered them with a bright red riding cloak! Not knowing her name she was often known as Little Red Riding Hood and was always friendly and kind to the people around her.

One cold summer’s day the wolf woke up with a hungry stomach. The wolf tried and tried to find something to eat but he couldn’t find anything!! He smelt the air for rabbits and listened eagerly for birds but instead of birds and rabbits he smelt cakes, jam, berries and he heard singing. He quickly stepped behind a thick Hawthorn tree and glanced around the tree. There he saw a little girl who was wearing a red riding cloak.

“The one from the park” he thought cunningly.

Little Red Riding Hood was bending down and picking up Golden Everlasting flowers from the ground which were just inside the forest, were the light could still reach. As she bent down the wolf saw the basket which held the cakes, jam, and berries that he wanted so badly. It was so dark in the forest that she didn’t notice a shadow silently approaching out of the tree’s behind her. Suddenly the wolf appeared beside her.

“What are you doing out here, little girl?” he asked in a friendly voice.

“I’m on my way to see my Granny who lives through the forest,” the girl with the red riding cloak replied happily.

“What do you have in that little picnic basket of yours?” asked the wolf greedily licking his lips.

Soon the wolf’s stomach had a plan! A very bad plan indeed! He rushed off without saying good bye and ran through the dark, gloomy woods taking a short cut to Granny’s house. The wolf was quite out of breath when he finally reached the house and he knocked softly on the door.

“Oh thank goodness, come in dear!” called Granny sweetly.

“I was extremely worried that something had happened to you in the woods.” She said as she sat up in bed.

Before Granny had time to say another word the wolf charged in and gobbled the girl’s grandmother up in one whole gulp. The wolf stomach let out a great big burp. Quickly the wolf went through Granny’s wardrobe and found a pink frilly nightgown that he liked. He snatched up the pink frilly night cap and quickly jumped into bed.

A few minutes later, the girl with the red riding cloak knocked on the door. The wolf smiled to himself and called out in crackly voice.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Oh how lovely, do come in, my dear,” crackled the wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood entered the cottage, but she scarcely recognised her Grandmother.

“Grandmother! Why does your voice sound so odd?” she enquired anxiously.

“Oh dear me, I just have a little bit of a cold,” coughed the wolf.

“But Grandmother! What big ears you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood as she walked a few steps closer to the bed.

“The better to hear you with, my dear,” replied the wolf.

“But Grandmother what big eyes you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

“The better to see you with my dear,” the wolf replied quickly.

Come on come on, a little bit closer and I will be able to have my second meal, thought the wolf to himself.

“But Grandmother! What big teeth you have,” said Little Red Riding Hood taking a few more steps closer.

“The better to eat you with!” roared the wolf as he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.

Just then she realised that it was not her Grandmother in bed but the hungry wolf. Little Red Riding Hood ran quickly across the room and outside shouting,

“Help!! Wolf!”

A woodsman who was chopping trees nearby heard her shout and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could.

“OW OW OW you’re shaking me too hard” the wolf howled as the woodsman shook him to try and get Granny out.

Oh Grandma, I was so scared!” Little Red Riding Hood sobbed, “I’ll never speak to strangers in the forest again.”

 

The last thing the wolf felt was the woodsman bringing the axe down hard on his head but not before he exclaimed,

 

“It was my stomach that made me do it!”

 

Granny and Little Red Riding Hood gave each other an enormous hug and Little Red Riding Hood became known also as the girl who escaped the wolf’s hungry stomach.

 

By Smiling Sarah

 

Here is another Narrative!!

Stranded

“Come on Paula let’s go through the dark forest, it will only take a couple of minutes, it’s faster any way” Alex told her best friend Paula.

“Oh I don’t know, it so dark in there” Paula said with a worried voice, “but it’s a short cut so, I guess it will be ok”

“Come on let’s go”

Paula and her best friend Alex set out in the direction of the dark forest. Climbing over branches and twigs they cut their legs. As soon as they entered the forest a cool breeze swept over them. They shivered. The old Hawthorn trees were twisted and dented as they attempted to grab at anyone who ventured through the forest. It was as dark as night and as cold as the Southern High Lands. It had just begun to mist and they hadn’t any over coats.

It was getting late and dark. Though it was already dark in the forest it would be darker at night. Night time approached. Paula screamed as at the sound of a scream, there standing was an old dark green shed. Paula reached for Alex’s arm to hold onto. But there was no Alex!

“Aaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeexxxxxxxx” Paula screamed. Paula screamed again, “ALEX” but there was no Alex!

Something grabbed at her foot! Paula screamed again and looked down. A dirty hand, white as snow, was hooked around her foot.

“Shhhh, its ok, I am here Paula, down here” Whispered a worn out voice that sounded like Alex. Paula looked down, there was Alex.

“Go get help, I think I’ve twisted my ankle badly, there is also a little box down here, I’m not really sure what it contains, but hurry go get help I want to get out of this dirty, slimy and wet old concrete whole.

Paula ran as fast as she could, jumping over logs, ducking under branches, dodging fallen branches, she reached the other side. The sun had just gone down. Paula ran as fast as she could to her house. She told her father about all. They then jumped on two horses, one for Paula and Alex, one for Paula’s father.

Meanwhile in the dark forest Alex was sitting down. She grabbed at the old tattered box and begun to work at its lock. About three hours later the breeze had calmed, thought it was still cold, but there was still no Paula. It had just begun to rain.  Alex had now given up on the dirty old box.

“Here she is, here she is” A voice called from above. Alex recognised the voice immediately, her good friend Paula. “I was so worried, we couldn’t find you, are you ok? Is your ankle sore? Is it broken? What in the tattered old brown box? A hundred questions were thrown at her.

“I just want to go home” cried Alex.

“Let’s get you out of here” Paula’s father said in his deep voice.

Soon they hauled Alex out and put her on a horse with her old tattered box they trotted out of the forest. Did they ever find out what was in the box? What was in the green shed?

By Smiling Sarah

I had to write it in night with the title Stranded!!

 

 

 

 

 

Here is a Narrative!!

King Arthur’s Disaster

King Arthur stood at the window, watched as the King’s messenger raced along the street, leapt over his palace fence and headed up his cobbled stone path. The King raced down stairs bumped into the washing lady and as he ran out the front door he collided with the messenger. Jack the messenger was famous, the man who had killed the dangerous giant Gore Hoer!!

“Princess Lila!!! She’s been kidnapped, but I don’t know who by!” cried Jack.

“Princess Lila!!!! My beloved Princess Lila” The King mumbled as tears welled up in his eyes, “I know, that bad Robin Hood and his gang!! When I find and save her she will surely take me as her husband even though it will be the seven hundred and fifteenth time I have asked her”.

The desperate King set out on his loyal horse, Four Hooves to find Princess Lila and bring her home to be his wife. King Arthur left his palace and travelled on Four Hooves all the way across Switzland, Russia and into Sherr Wood Forest. The King was hot on Robin’s trail but yet did he know that he was going to have to face the most difficult obstacle of his life.

The King travelled across the country side where bulls roamed with wind mills. But he did not know that!! He went over a hill and camped at the bottom for a night. He woke up with a hot, stinky breath on him.

“Go away Four Hooves” he quietly mumbled, half awake.

The hot, stinky breath growled!!! The King woke up at this growl. A scream louder than a Banshee came out of the King’s mouth!! The bull’s bright red eyes locked with the King’s, the King just realised that he had been wearing RED!!! The mad, black bull pawed at the ground, the King ran for his life knowing he could never out run the scary, black bull. The bull caught up to him and picked him up by his horns and through him onto a spinning wind wheel. King Arthur spun round and round and round for a whole ten minutes.

The king felt like giving up. The wind mill stops going round and round. The bull trots away.

“What am I going to do now,” wept the king.

Then he saw what he least expected to see!! Princess Lila, Robin Hood and his naughty gang of thieves.

“Princess Lila,” shouted the happiest voice you could ever hear, King Arthur.

“King Arthur, I was hoping I wouldn’t see you, because I am getting married to my beloved Robin Hood,” informed Princess Lila.

“Nooooooooooooooooo you can’t do that, you’re supposed to marry me not that thieving Robin Hood,” cried the King desperately from the top of the wind mill.

“I am so sorry that your love is now my love King Arthur and I am not a thieving Robin Hood but now a King like you” chuckled King Robin, “Now please let us been on our way, for we have a castle to build”.

King Arthur somehow managed to get down form the top of the wind mill and onto Four Hooves who had been watching this all the time!!! King Arthur never saw King Robin Hood again or Queen Lila until they declared war on him but that’s another story. Now King Arthur has to make his way home through Switzland, Russia and across Sherr Wood Forest.

By Smiling Sarah

We had to do this for school and I really enjoyed righting it.

Animals

Here are lots of Animals

Donkey

Ant

Cheetah

Zebra

Pantha

Cougar

Whale

Dog

Cat

Bunnie

Hare

Goat

Rat

Mouse

Fish

Cow

Lion

Crow

Beaver

Doe

Badger

Croc

Hog

Seal

Bull

Polar Bear

Penguin

Shark

Fox

Ape

Chicken

Horse

Pig

Flea

Magpie

Pelican

Hope you liked that if you can think of any more animals please leave a comment telling me!!

Smiling Sarah

Poem

My poem is called “At the Beach”, I hope you enjoy it!!


At the Beach

Waves crash like sounding symbols in an orchestra

Seagulls squabble over food as children over ice cream

The ocean glistens a clear crystal blue

Quickly cars roll up and fill the car park

People race to the water and swim happily

Burnt skin needs creamy lotion

Itchy, coarse sand catches my towel

Kites flying high like planes in the sky

The salty breeze slowly finds its way through the crowd

The sun smiles and looks on

I am at the beach

By Sarah

KONY 2012

Hi,

Kony

Sorry I haven’t been posting any thing on my blog!!

If you live your life on the internet you might of heard of Kony 20 or the invisible children

Kony is the worst criminal in the world and he lives under cover in Uganda. Kony abducts children and makes them into terrible people.This is an inspirational you tube clip I hope you get time to watch it. You may know from before that I want to be a Lawyer for human rights.

Smiling Sarah

 

Surf ED

Hi everyone,

Here is something that I had to write with natty rose. Just thought I would share it with you:
On Monday the 7th of November year 4, 5 and 6 went to Manly beach to participate in a surf education unit. First of all year 4, 5 of and 6 separated into their groups. There were 4 instructors that helped us.
We went down to the club house to grab some paddle boards, some of the skills that we learned were paddling, bunny hopping, wading and how to catch a wave. Soon after that we ran down to the water to learn the correct position of your body on a paddle board. After we had done that we paddled out on our boards in pairs to bunny hop in and out of the water.

Our next activity was walking to shelly beach. After our walk to shelly beach which they also call “little manly” we were told to grab our boards again and paddle out to the instructors. When we had done that we had to swim around the 4 instructors doing freestyle and breaststroke. When we got back to shore we lined up again and we swan out to different instructors.

These instructors told us to float on our backs, with our head back as far as they could go and bring our hips up to the water. Then we had to tread water for 30 seconds with our hands in the air and finally we had to touch the bottom of the ocean and bring up some sand to show the instructor.

It was finally time to go back to the main beach. After the long walk back we had a relay race. To start the race we all had to roll down the sand to the water. When we were at the water we would wade around the instructors. After this we were taught how to dolphin dive and how to catch a wave.

It was a wonderful experience for everyone and we all loved it. We would all love to come back again and we are looking forward to next year’s trip!

Written By Sarah P and Natalie V
Edited By Tess D and Kira T

 

The best thing about Year 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For homework we had  write about the Year 5 and worst thing. I thought  I would just share it with you:

The Best Thing about Year 5

 

The best thing about year 5 is the teachers, friends and most of all Year 5 blogging and camps.

The teachers are really fun and nice they always have something fun to do.  They try to make each subject very fun. They are also great encouragers which make them great people.  Year 5 is the best year so far. The people who get Mrs Miller or Mrs Thomas as Year 5 teachers will be very lucky. Some people might think that homework is boring but no you’re wrong Year 5 homework is not boring even though you still have to do maths and spelling they add in extra activities like a book review. Year 5 also gives you a chance to blog which not every school has and the camps are also very fun.

The worst thing about Year 5 is that the year has to end. But if you look on the bright side of it we are going into Year 6.

I do not think that there is a thing that I would change or add or take away about Year 5 except starting blogging at the start at the year. Then we would be better!!

smilingsarah