Children's Work: Examples of Work

HOW TO TURN YOUR TEACHER INTO A TOAD

by William

Ingredients:

1.  Cytric acid - 100 grams.

2.  Toad's deoxyribonucleicacid (DNA).

3.  Red paint - one pint.

4.  Unleaded petrol - 32 litres.

Method: 

1.  Get the cytric acid and then put it into a good sized pot.  It should bubble!

2.  Once the bubble have gone tip the red paint in.  The paint should sink to the bottom instantly.  Mix it all together with a wooden spoon.

3.  Pour the petrol in with the toad's DNA.  Mix it instantly, or the teacher will grow instead of shrink!

4.  Leave it in the oven for a day.  Make sure it is 250 degrees Celsius. 

5.  Finally, pour it into the teacher's tea then leg it and find a suitable place you can see from, but are hidden from view.

"Hilarious, William," said Miss O'Sullivan. 

"Excellent work, William.  You presented this with some lovely illutrations, but we can't actually show them off here!" commented Mr Middleditch.

St GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

by Daniel

Once upon a time there was a city surrounded by a wall.  There was a pond, a smelly pond where a dragon lived.  Every time he would blow his breath on the sheep and kill them.  Then he started to attack the people.  They had to feed the dragon a person every month.  Soon it was getting unfair.

They put pottery in a big pot and when their name was drawn they would be feed to the dragon.  Soon it was the princesses turn.  They tied her to a tree near the pond.  The dragon came up.  Then George shouted, " I will kill you smelly lizard."  With that he threw his spear at the dragon.  George untied the princess and said, "Throw your belt round the dragon's neck."  They took the dragon to the city and George killed the dragon.

"I am so pleased with all the detail you have included Daniel - wow!" said Mrs Sawyer.

IN MY MIND'S EYE

by Jak and Rosie - Year 2

I got in a big bubble, then I pressed a red button and the bubble shrunk.  The bubble had a steering wheel, so I drove it into my ear and I could see pink and black.  I turned the light on, then I saw a big jungle.  The jungle had a dirt path leading straight ahead.  I saw a leaf on a twig and I thought it was a signpost pointing left.

I went down it then nearly fell down a hole, so, I went back.  I went along the pathway and there was a brick wall, so I dug a hole under the wall.  There was another signpost there pointing left.  I didn't go down there because I didn't feel right about it.

I carried on the pathway and there was a hole which the bubble couldn't fit through.  So, I got out of the bubble and went through the hole.  The other side of the hole there was another bubble.  I got in it.  On this pathway there were spikes.  I had to dodge them, then there wasanother signpost pointing left.  I went down there.  Down the pathway there was a mini golf course.  I had a round of golf then went back...

"Fantastic piece of writing, Jak.  I really enjoyed reading this!" said Mr Middleditch.

I squeezed into my bubble.  I am following a lined road.  I'm travelling down a rough, green road.  I see a blue river.  I see a grey-brown bridge and I go over it.  I see a yellow house.  The door opened and I went in.  I saw a lot of windows lined up.  I see a computer.  On the computer there are swirls of green and grey.  I see a tunnel and Go in it.  I hear a noise and it went 'cho, cho!'  It was a railway tunnel.  I ran for my life!  I got out of the door.  The train went down a hole.  I saw a table.  It had a piece of paper on it.  A pencil floated down to me.  I started writing.  When I had finished I went around.  I sat down in a comfy chair.....

"Fascinating!  An enjoyable read.  I want to know what happened next!" said Mr Middleditch. 

THANK YOU LETTER FROM LITTLE MARY

by Katie - Year 3

Dear Mr Brown,

I am writing this letter to thank you for finding my lamb.  You better know what my lamb is called: she is called Friendhip.  It is my only friend.  I get bullied at school because they think lambs are silly.  To thank you I am going to invite you for tea at my house.  You can see my lambs.

I am nine years old and my lamb is three months old.  I live in a cottage, with not too much money, but it is fine for all of us to live.  I love all my lambs, but some ran away - that was two.  Six got lost and seven of them died, because they were too old.  So I am now left with one lamb.

I played all day with Friendship and fell asleep on him, he was so warm and comfy.  

"A splendid effort, Katie.  You presented your letter carefully," said Mr Middleditch.