As the autumn leaf drifted down to the frosty forest floor crunching under the bears wide paws. The snow white rabbit was sat on the huge bears board shoulders swiftly they both made there way across the bright and courlerful forest the brown bear feard that his time was nearly up !
as a small unique snowflake floteded rabbit wanted down and landed a the bears wet black nose. He yawned with tiredness loudly. the rabit was worried that he would never see his best friend again.
as the rabit sprinted off the bear was left trailing behind. As he finaly caught up they both came to the Christmas tree they looked at people decorating the tree but bear was to tired to even care about it.
as the tired walked bough the back to his cave throught the terrible snow storm “STOP” shouted the rabit but it was to late he was to far away to hear as he sat in the freasing snow pushing one of her tears back up his face.
day after day night after night the bear slept motionless. iceocles fell on the cave entrance he was dreaming no dreams he was in hibonation no boudy cold stop him . his cave was dark and gloomy.
one night as darkness fell a small white rabbit sprinted across the old brige log
and droped a well raped gift on his cave door step as he sprinted off into the darkness he know it would work.
as the rabbit came sat next to the grand Christmas tree see all his friend opening presents waiting to see if it would work deprest and angry he thougt he would miss it again
as the ancshus bear came trouging up the hill his eyes met with the Christmas tree and then with rabbits eyes they were so happy. the bear was so happy that he had finally
seen Christmas and so happy to see his best friend the rabbit.
the silver alarm clock was the thing that the sneaky rabbit left him to wake him up.
How could something so tiny be so amazing. As he ran drooling every where skidding round corners. exploring the carpet like a jungle climbing up the fire place raiding through the kitchen cupboard. Reporting back to base of his finding faceted by the vast world around him drinking like a king in the wine cellar getting all dusty in the loft skiing in the freezer finally running into the tiny little ship for the tiny little man. it then flew off and back to his home planet BOOM Theengine blew up in to a million peace’s he’s dead….!!!!!
Today I had a topic day about WORLD WAR II! We learnt about being an evacuee in World War II… We had to write a diary entry or a letter to our parents to see what it was like, because the children did that when they found out that they were getting fostered… They wrote to there parents when they got to the foster home to tell them what there day was like and to tell there parents if they like it or not! We watched a video to see how it was…
Then we did some cooking in Miss Marshall’s class and made some short bread with only 4 ingredients… We had 2 groups of about seven in each group. We took turns to make the short bread whilst the other groups did crossword and word search… We had to do it about rationing and all the foods, furniture and clothes… We had to try and work it out from our word search…
In Mr Wilsons class we learnt about soldiers and we had to do a poem about them… We had a choice of doing a Picture Poem or a Plain Old Boring Poem! I didn’t like it that much because I don’t like doing poems or writing… The reason I don’t like it is because my favourite subject is maths…
I think I wouldn’t like to live in the WORLD WAR II times is because 38,000 people have to be evacuated to different countries… Even if you have a brother or a sister you wouldn’t get go to the same country!!!
Suddenly the door flung open and as I ran to it I enter the weird and un usual building with the hideas dolls every where as. I walked to wards my doll I stepped on something sharp. It was a doll as I picked it up it zoomed round me and maid a break for the door it slammed loudly on the little dolls face. As I turned to grab my doll was gone. I loocked around the strange room I saw my prise I started to climb higher and higher getting nearer and nearer as I skimmed the small dolls nose I….
I started having visions that I could not describe. As they stoped I locked around the room as I saw a new doll wizzing up to the windindow. I realised that I was a doll and she was the next victim. this was the end for me .H.E.L.P
Enchantingly a lonely old man was playing a old and rusty piano in a dark room as his wrinkle finger taped taped the dusty keys he saw and heard a gostly figuar appear next to him and started playing the butiefull song with him. as they turnd heads she gave him a geantal kiss on his check as she driffed away into the darkness.
As quick as a flash a new memory floaded into his head he was reamembering his time in the war he ran in to battle and crouched behind a crumbeling wall next to his brother
“stop don’t go out there “he screamed “don’t worry ill be fine” BANG HE WAS shot HE SHOUTED “help help” as the old man bravly ran to his add but he was to late he was dead
As he came hurtaling out of this memory and in to then next he was a boy and was reaseving his favourat wooden toy as he stated galeping round the dark room it light up with is unamaganable happynes he majesticly ran to the old rusty piano and front flipt in his grandson as they sat down next to each other they started to play to the piano to geather and as the lovely song came to an end the boy played the last note and they loocked at each other and it felt like an etearnity