"Arrgh" I am a pirate, an evil pirate, riding across the crashing waves, smashing through bashing through singing an evil song. The sun is all sunny my face is all funny ohh i'm singing an evil song. I wrote a message on a beige script it will lead to my dungen!!! I put it in a transparent bottle with a bright blood red rope and threw it onto the dirty sand, as It fell down the cork touched the ground and that was the end of that ooh i'm sing an evil song.
Friday, March 19, 2021
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
My Self Portrait
Through the last few weeks I have been making a self portrait. First I took a photo then cut it in half, after that I drew the outlines and then the last step was to colour it in.
My favourite part was colouring it in because it was fun and easy. The hardest part was drawing the ear.
Monday, March 15, 2021
The Swimming Olympics
Friday, March 12, 2021
Playground Sences
Monday, March 8, 2021
Friday, March 5, 2021
Garden Senses
Garden Senses
I can hear the willow tree swishing and swaying in the wind and it reminds me of the crashing waves at the beach, I also hear a sprinkler spraying water like little rain drops.
I smell fresh soil and plums that are squished into the ground.
I see a giant peach tree drooping to make a cave, I also see a pile of crocked wood that reminds me of witches broom sticks.
The Santa Story
One Late , foggy Christmas eve Santa was snoring away into dream land on his soft comfy arm chair. Just as he got to sleep miss clause came storming into the room she said to Santa you should be delivering gifts by now! So why are you not miss clause screamed. Santa said oh miss clause I am ill from being in the snow last night "fine fine" said Santa as he jumped into his slay . But as he was flying he noticed he forgot to check his slay was working propley he looked down and he was falling! Luckily miss clause knew this would happen so she caught Santa in her flying car and then she finished the trip with him. The End
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
The Mice And The Shoe Makers
Once there was a little old woman and a little old man. They were pore shoe makers to make shoes they would use left over fabric from there clothes and metal for the bottom part. Their dream was to have money to sell nice shoes for people. It once came to the time that they had no more materials left to make shoes ... witch means they had to shut down on their last night it was hard to go to sleep but they got there eventually when they were sleeping it happened 3 mice came to live in there house/shop in return they made a pair of gleaming black shoes for the people that lived there to sell. To Be Continued