Hi my lovely Kestrels, it has been wonderful getting to chat to most of you over the last couple of weeks. (If I didn’t get to speak to you, I will try again.) Some of you have been putting in so much effort with your home learning and I am thoroughly enjoying reading your excellent pieces! If you haven’t sent me anything, please have a go – it’s important to keep practising your skills while you’re away from school; it will make it much easier when you return.
So for now, I will say, have a wonderful half term with your family (for a change!). Find time to do all the things you never get time to do because we’re all usually so very busy! I’m currently stripping and sanding a staircase with Mr C, it’s a very satisfying job (if a little messy).
Hopefully things will get back to normal soon and we can all be back together and remember…
The Island of lights is a beautiful sight to see because there are lampposts that shine as they light up the night. As you walk by, you can build sandcastles at the beach. As you relax, the hula girls will sing and dance to you. The grass tickles your feet as you walk. You can smell the sweet smell of toasted chocolate covered marshmallows. You can tell stories around a bonfire. The flowers there are beautiful because they smell like blossoms. You can hear the palm trees sway.
One Sunday morning, Rob Harrison moved into an abandoned house
on a deserted hillside. This house was owned by the one and only
Michael Jackson, who mysteriously went missing in 1969 and his body
was never found !
Cautiously, Rob trembled as he crept quietly into the supposedly
haunted house and began to start looking around.
Suddenly, something caught his eye in the corner of the attic
which was stacked with moth-eaten furniture. The item that
he came across was a wooden trunk so Rob opened the clasp
anxiously. He lifted the lid and he froze in fear there was a
glistening crystal ball showing Michael Jackson’s place of
After many tiring months searching for where this place was,
finally Rob had discovered that it was in Paris, near the Eiffel
Tower. He immediately handed it over to a private detective
who said he would get back to him ASAP.
Weeks later, the news was back and the body was somehow found!
Rob became a billionaire from making such an amazing discovery. He
now lives in a huge mansion that dwarfs the other houses around his
area !! WOW!!!!! All of this for finding Michael Jackson’s body. Life
went on unexpectedly well for Rob.
The Toy Box Training
Last night I could not sleep, because I heard
noises coming from the hall. I felt tense inside. I
was determined to see what was going on. So,
ready for another adventure I grabbed my torch
and directed it at the source of the noise. GREAT…
The attic again. Unlike before, the door already
hung open and a miniature ladder hung down and
a dozen toy soldiers descended.
They were whistling a familiar tune. It was the
bridge over the river Kwai whistle song. Finally,
the general of this tiny troupe shouted “HALT!” at
the top of his voice. They were now in my
bedroom. My teddies, (Who had now woken up)
seemed worried and moved to face the team.
They had met vaguely before but, they had not
met in years. They were confused. Their leader big
monkey said, “Why are you here?” The general
barked “We need new recruits, our last battalion
were defeated in the battle of Nan dog. “Oh, we
know him,” the soft toys all remarked in unison
“The slobbery toy killer”.
The Toy Box Training
“Yes, that’s him” The general replied, “We need
Volunteers to fight.”
The biggest and bravest toys stepped forward.
“Big is better” The smallest soldier said sounding
“Thanks for stepping forward and as for now we
shall train you lot up in the mile-long field.” The
They all trotted to the garden hand in hand.
The next morning, I saw that there were lots of
toys lying on the grass and I got told of. But it was