Kia ora! I am a Year 7 student in Room 5 at Ahipara School, in the Far North of New Zealand. My teacher is Ms Peters. This is where I share my learning. Please leave a positive, thoughtful, helpful comment.
Monday, November 30, 2020
Santa letter
Friday, November 20, 2020
Friday, November 13, 2020
Goodbye winter, hello spring...
Goodbye winter, hello spring…
Do you remember that time…
When you woke up with a frosty start,
and lapped up some delicious soup.
Or walked down the beach as the wind wiped your face.
Falling slowly asleep as the rain splattered on the roof.
That was the time that I remember…
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Monday, September 7, 2020
Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Friday, July 3, 2020
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
The Mother of dragons
The Mother of dragons
She found her dragon in a nest.
She cracked it open.
She told everyone in the village.
They thought she was crazy so she ran away.
Eat it.
To a frying pan.
Butter.
Lots.
Stuck a pipe in its mouth and blew the butter through.
It's mum.
Zoya ran and she ran and ran. She needed to get to the frying pan. Zoya cried as the dragon hatched “yes o grow thy pesty foe, grow grow grow!” Suddenly she felt a powerful wind over her head “oh no thy pesty foe, it is tho mum no,no,no!” Then the dragon growled “GRRR” “Oh no thy pesty tho is hungry oh oh oh!” She pulled out a wooden pipe from her pack and then a block of butter, stuck it in the pipe and blew. The dragon growled happly.
Up ahead Zoya saw the great and powerful frying pan, she stuck her hand into her pack and grabbed another block of butter and threw it at the frying pan. then she chucked the dragon into it. Sizzle! Just then Zoya was picked up by a giant dragon and torn apart in mid air by the pesty dragon's mother.
Moral of the story? Don’t steal a dragon egg and try to put it into a giant frying pan to eat. Or you will have a very gory end.