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This is my story about a lion
WALT: add descriptive words to my writing.
Remember to:
- use your senses - what can you hear, see, smell, touch and taste
- add in similes and metaphors
- using feelings
He won't even see me coming, flop flop flop clip. I am on some stilts and about to pounce on the yummy giraffe. On three. 1. 2. 3. Suddenly he farted and I fainted. Poop! “That smells.”
“Ba ha ba ha haha. You're never gonna get me now. Hehehe bye have a great time,” said the giraffe as he raced away like a taxi.
“I'll get you next time you lucksman.I KNEW I SHOULD'VE GOT THE GASMASK! AHHHHHH!eh I smell like I got sprayed by a skunk.”
3 weeks later I came up with a new plan. It was to become friends with the giraffe and even give him some of these nuts I scavenge from some scared squirrels and then eat him. So I cooled off in a lake by the giraffes turf and got the disgusting smell off me too. So I brought the yummy almond nuts and confronted him.
He said “please don't kill me! Please!”
I said. “I don't want to kill you... I want to become friends with you. i just came to give you some yummy almond nuts.”
“Ohh thank you so much. I really like nuts.”
This is when I attacked him. So I went in for the kill but he had quick reflexes and jumped out of the way and rammed me like rhino. When he hit me I felt like I got hit by 2 blunt horns. I went in for the bite and I hit him because he was really breathing heavily. I drew blood so I keep on getting big bites like a crocodile. Then finally he died so I got some of his delicious looking raw meat. I ripped into it and it tasted great. As I was munching down I saw 50 more giraffe…. YUM...
Made by me and the 2 characters were
My poem
The garden is a beautiful place
sometimes we cut wood to make light, so the plants can grow
picking up snails and watching them race
it's like watching humans race but in slow, slow motion
we dig mulch to put around the garden beds
after a hard day of work it's time to go and eat
the kitchen people have made beautiful
vegetarian pizza that smells great.
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poem
Monday, 7 March 2016
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