<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333</id><updated>2009-10-13T18:22:25.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodhill Primary School English Language</title><subtitle type='html'>Pupils from Woodhill will post pieces of writing and related podcasts on this page. Please comment on their work.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-5791813631894524923</id><published>2009-05-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:19:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog moved</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately we have had to stop using Blogger as it is blocked within our school. We have moved this blog onto our school website.&lt;br /&gt;You can now view it at &lt;a href="http://www.woodhill.e-dunbarton.sch.uk/news/default.asp?pid=189&amp;amp;nid=4"&gt;http://www.woodhill.e-dunbarton.sch.uk/news/default.asp?pid=189&amp;amp;nid=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have a look and leave us some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-5791813631894524923?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5791813631894524923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=5791813631894524923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5791813631894524923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5791813631894524923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-moved.html' title='Blog moved'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-2514482835167621608</id><published>2009-02-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:50:42.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Wild- Jodie Hanlon Room 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGUN9vRwFI/AAAAAAAABf0/I1GitLzQKSE/s1600-h/Nessie_famousfake.130194108_std[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301181204023853138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGUN9vRwFI/AAAAAAAABf0/I1GitLzQKSE/s320/Nessie_famousfake.130194108_std%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crusoe came eagerly to the side without waiting to be called. He could smell the fish that Kirstie was carrying on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe was looking at the fish in starvation and just dying to eat it. He was looking at the fish and nothing else . He never took his eyes off of the fish! Kirstie was looking at Crusoe and she saw the hunger in his eyes, because he was told to find food for himself and he had not eaten in 24 hours (one whole day!)&lt;br /&gt;Kirstie had not had seen the ice behind her and she went slid! Sending the fish went flying and as Kirstie went down and Crusoe gulped down all of the fish. Kirstie was very hurt but she picked herself up and rubbed off all of the dirt off of her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was shouting “Are you Okay my dear?”&lt;br /&gt;She cried up “I’m fine!” in a very hurtful voice.&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe looked at Kirstie as if to say “Ha Ha!”&lt;br /&gt;Dad had an idea, he said “Wait a minute, the roads are slidy so......”&lt;br /&gt;“We can slide him down!” continued granddad.&lt;br /&gt;By Jodie Hanlon 2/2/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-2514482835167621608?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/2514482835167621608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=2514482835167621608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/2514482835167621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/2514482835167621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-wild-jodie-hanlon-room-11.html' title='Into The Wild- Jodie Hanlon Room 11'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGUN9vRwFI/AAAAAAAABf0/I1GitLzQKSE/s72-c/Nessie_famousfake.130194108_std%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-5077592049862330886</id><published>2009-02-10T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:00:39.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The wild - Oran P6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGIB0R7OZI/AAAAAAAABfc/T_43NbRP94M/s1600-h/2007_11_LochNessMonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301167801186859410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGIB0R7OZI/AAAAAAAABfc/T_43NbRP94M/s320/2007_11_LochNessMonster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into The Wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe came eagerly to the side without waiting to be called. He could smell the fish that Kirstie was carrying on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;Kirstie held the fish in front of his face. Crusoe tried to get it, but slipped on the icy rim. Dad got everyone set to help Crusoe. Crusoe tried again except, Dad and Grumble grabbed his flippers.&lt;br /&gt;“Heave!” shouted Dad.&lt;br /&gt;They managed to get him out the pond but he’s not the best on land. He slipped and slid on to the tarmac. Kirstie however slipped and Crusoe gobbled up all the fish.&lt;br /&gt;“How will we get him to the loch now?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll slid him!” said dad&lt;br /&gt;So Grumble slid him down into the loch and away he went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Oran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-5077592049862330886?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5077592049862330886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=5077592049862330886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5077592049862330886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5077592049862330886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-wild-oran-p6.html' title='Into The wild - Oran P6'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGIB0R7OZI/AAAAAAAABfc/T_43NbRP94M/s72-c/2007_11_LochNessMonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-4085667553058466995</id><published>2009-02-10T05:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:02:38.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Wild- Meaghan rm11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGIl_qOj3I/AAAAAAAABfk/lh-BeQRnvdk/s1600-h/nessie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301168422716870514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGIl_qOj3I/AAAAAAAABfk/lh-BeQRnvdk/s320/nessie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into The Wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe came eagerly to the side without waiting to be called. He could smell the fish Kirstie was carrying on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;Before he got hungrier Crusoe was desperate to get some food. He struggled to get out... 2 minutes later Crusoe finally got out the pond and followed Kirstie. All of a sudden, “ Ow!” screamed Kirstie.&lt;br /&gt;“What Happened?” asked Angus.&lt;br /&gt;“I slipped, but I’m ok,” replied Kirstie.&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” said Dad in relief.&lt;br /&gt;“Hurry up it’s getting cold,” said Grumble shriving. Dad had an idea,&lt;br /&gt;” Why don’t we slide Crusoe along the ice?” suggested Dad.&lt;br /&gt;“Good idea Dad,” replied Angus.... 12 minutes later they arrived at the loch.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re here, finally,” Angus panted.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure he’ll be alright?” asked Kirstie.&lt;br /&gt;“Of course he will,” replied Dad.&lt;br /&gt;“Bye Crusoe,” they all said one by one. Crusoe made a strange noise, they all knew what he meant. Crusoe left without another noise and dived into the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-4085667553058466995?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4085667553058466995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=4085667553058466995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4085667553058466995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4085667553058466995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-wild-meaghan-rm11.html' title='Into The Wild- Meaghan rm11'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGIl_qOj3I/AAAAAAAABfk/lh-BeQRnvdk/s72-c/nessie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-6717564537310330812</id><published>2009-02-10T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:58:21.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Wild- Rachel Room 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGH63aoOzI/AAAAAAAABfU/V2tH_2bPWOI/s1600-h/7P55ZTCA72JOIACAVEJECACABCOVTPCAB52E9VCA7UBL5WCAZ7BBRFCAEVFGANCANBX0YKCAX3T072CADLW1Q7CAUJ19EPCAKS20Q3CAR8MGG3CAJ0RX19CAYNLD6TCAKLWHS7CAPI4F2HCA4ECYVO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301167681769585458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGH63aoOzI/AAAAAAAABfU/V2tH_2bPWOI/s320/7P55ZTCA72JOIACAVEJECACABCOVTPCAB52E9VCA7UBL5WCAZ7BBRFCAEVFGANCANBX0YKCAX3T072CADLW1Q7CAUJ19EPCAKS20Q3CAR8MGG3CAJ0RX19CAYNLD6TCAKLWHS7CAPI4F2HCA4ECYVO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the wild&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe came eagerly to the side without waiting to be called. He could smell the fish that Kristie was carrying on a plate. Crusoe struggled out of the pond but didn’t succeed. He was desperate to get some delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on everyone, let’s help him” bellowed Dad&lt;br /&gt;“Kirstie bribe him with the fish and Angus you help her.&lt;br /&gt;Grumble grab one flipper and will grab the other.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, GO!&lt;br /&gt;“Heave” chanted Grumble and Dad&lt;br /&gt;“Come on put your backs into it” screamed Angus&lt;br /&gt;Finally they got Crusoe out. The ground was shivering and sparkling with ice. As Kirstie bribed Crusoe over the pebbles Crusoe followed extremely slow. Suddenly Kirstie slipped across the ice. “Kirstie!” cried Mum.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ok “put in Dad&lt;br /&gt;“I am fine” replied Kirstie.&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe gobbled up the fish.&lt;br /&gt;“What will we do Know” asked Kirstie with a puzzled look on her face&lt;br /&gt;“I know said dad why don’t we slide him down to the lochan”&lt;br /&gt;“Great!” shouted Angus&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, PUSH!”Screamed dad&lt;br /&gt;Kirstie and Angus got on his back while Dad pushed Crusoe down the road. Eventually they got to the lochan. Crusoe made a loud excited sound and raced into the lochan. He turned back to look at everyone and then disappeared out of sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-6717564537310330812?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6717564537310330812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=6717564537310330812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/6717564537310330812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/6717564537310330812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-wild-rachel-room-11.html' title='Into The Wild- Rachel Room 11'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGH63aoOzI/AAAAAAAABfU/V2tH_2bPWOI/s72-c/7P55ZTCA72JOIACAVEJECACABCOVTPCAB52E9VCA7UBL5WCAZ7BBRFCAEVFGANCANBX0YKCAX3T072CADLW1Q7CAUJ19EPCAKS20Q3CAR8MGG3CAJ0RX19CAYNLD6TCAKLWHS7CAPI4F2HCA4ECYVO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-5907934436086404407</id><published>2009-02-10T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:47:54.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Wild - Poonam Room 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGEXaP1CBI/AAAAAAAABfM/2a-oLyQcIUg/s1600-h/loch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301163774109354002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGEXaP1CBI/AAAAAAAABfM/2a-oLyQcIUg/s320/loch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe came eagerly to the side without waiting to be called. He could smell the fish that Kirstie was carrying on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kirstie, Angus, Grumble, Mum and Dad tried to heave Crusoe out of the pond but it wasn’t so easy. They tried to heave Crusoe into the wheelbarrow, however Crusoe was too big and fat. Eventually they get him out. Grumble says “pulling him to the loch is well impossible besides Crusoe is so heavy.” They tempt Crusoe by showing him fish. Afterwards poor Kirstie falls because she bumps into huge Crusoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad gets an idea of sliding Crusoe down the hills and paths. Finally everyone gets Crusoe to the loch and slides him in. “PHEW!!!!!!” says everyone.&lt;br /&gt;“Can we have lunch now said,” Angus.&lt;br /&gt;“Sure said Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Poonam Jhakra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-5907934436086404407?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5907934436086404407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=5907934436086404407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5907934436086404407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5907934436086404407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-wild-poonam-room-11.html' title='Into The Wild - Poonam Room 11'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnmBXJHHFp0/SZGEXaP1CBI/AAAAAAAABfM/2a-oLyQcIUg/s72-c/loch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-4052809974832207816</id><published>2008-04-22T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:50:58.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Headless Horseman by Logan S</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the very heart of Finland Forest, u&lt;/span&gt;nder the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;starlit sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; Finnish children used to play and the adults used to be working hard Alex and his Dad called Nagol have their &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt; tents &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; their &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;peaceful burning fire&lt;/span&gt;, singing campfire songs to the sound of Nagol’s guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But there is a legend that&lt;/span&gt; Alex and Nagol are not aware of.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Deeper into the forest is a&lt;/span&gt; house made from a giant pumpkin, with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;burning candles&lt;/span&gt; in the window and lots of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bare, crooked trees swooping&lt;/span&gt; around it. There are always three on the roof squawking out the dark&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jet-black sky&lt;/span&gt;. Here lives The Headless Horseman&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stories tell us that he has a&lt;/span&gt; black leather cloak, with a green inside and a pumpkin for a head. He goes around with his &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shiny, blood covered, sharp axe&lt;/span&gt; chopping peoples heads of for lunch&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Apparently he rides a black horse &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;faster than the fastest cars&lt;/span&gt;. Alex and Nagol don’t know what to expect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-4052809974832207816?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4052809974832207816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=4052809974832207816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4052809974832207816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4052809974832207816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/headless-horseman-by-logan-s.html' title='The Headless Horseman by Logan S'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-3156282764437733361</id><published>2008-04-22T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:22:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monster by Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Long ago&lt;/span&gt; before dinosaurs were alive there was a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lovely quiet&lt;/span&gt; continent called Africa&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All though&lt;/span&gt; Africa is a very &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt; continent it was once struck by &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through Africa didn’t   have much people&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; shops or towns the people there were very &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The children there were generally &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lively&lt;/span&gt; and mostly always out&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quickly thunder came over the land &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;massive&lt;/span&gt; creature came&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone screamed &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;worryingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Terrifyingly&lt;/span&gt;   he picked up a few children. In his mouth they went as everyone could hear them screaming and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; wanting to get out&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-3156282764437733361?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3156282764437733361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=3156282764437733361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3156282764437733361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3156282764437733361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/monster-by-laura.html' title='The Monster by Laura'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-3762345387935579674</id><published>2008-04-22T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:21:27.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magasaur by Emma M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Long Long ago&lt;/span&gt; at the seaside carnival in the city of Unismick&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Under the little rides it had the biggest ride in the world and it gets better it used to be a Magasuar &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;it’s a half flying and half water animal&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;in the year 1311&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It as so much fun watching and listening to the kids running&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;laughing&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; screaming and playing on the rides&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Most families were very pleasant and joyful&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This one little boy on the ride ten times and got so sick he had to go back home. The ride has five loop the loops and when it finishes it finishes with BANG&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!!! (&lt;/span&gt;Probably because it’s so &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; So many people crammed into the small carnival park from all over the country to celebrate the 696th anniversary&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then that day the sky turned back&lt;/span&gt; and all that you could hear was ball the people screaming of the crowd&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;running for their lives &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;THE RIDE HAS COME ALIVE AHHHHH&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;yelled the crowd&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; A car pulled up and someone jumped out&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone stopped and looked “who’s that&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;?”&lt;/span&gt; the crowd &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;discussed&lt;/span&gt; between themselves&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-3762345387935579674?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3762345387935579674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=3762345387935579674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3762345387935579674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3762345387935579674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/magasaur-by-emma-m.html' title='Magasaur by Emma M'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-3500011076691005675</id><published>2008-04-22T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:14:11.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castle of Hitler</title><content type='html'>WALT write the opening for a legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On a stormy beach&lt;/span&gt; of Germany&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;stands a small &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; proud castle&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The castle was used in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;War II&lt;/span&gt; when the Nazi party fought in the War. The castle is based in a clean &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; happy village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Men and Woman in the village are&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; friendly and peaceful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some of the people believe&lt;/span&gt; that the heart of Hitler is in the castle. But no one goes near it so that’s why they live happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But one dark stormy night&lt;/span&gt; the sky turned green &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the village went blue. A grey&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; suspicious&lt;/span&gt; dragon came running out of the castle. The Men &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Woman ran out of the village screaming and crying, as they heard the dragon shouting&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;I love eating children.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; The whole village turned back and&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; laughed&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; have any children. The dragon said wrong address as he ran away and the village people went back into the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-3500011076691005675?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3500011076691005675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=3500011076691005675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3500011076691005675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3500011076691005675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/castle-of-hitler.html' title='The Castle of Hitler'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-230050056528247406</id><published>2008-04-22T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:37:44.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapphire and the Snake by Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; on an island just off the coast of Spain there was an old castle that over looked the village of Monia&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that castle lived a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; princess called Sapphire&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She had long, straight brown hair &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; she looked after the village very well. The villagers were very &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; everyone&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt; Sapphire&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But one day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the sky turned black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;giant&lt;/span&gt; snake &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;slithered&lt;/span&gt; into Monia &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; itself around the castle &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; trapped &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sapphire inside&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The villagers were petrified and the gossip spread all over Spain&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Italy and France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the King of Spain was Sapphire&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;s father and he was outraged when he found out about this &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; he set a challenge he said&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, ‘&lt;/span&gt;who ever can free Sapphire and kill this &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;horrible beast&lt;/span&gt; can have her hand in marriage&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince of France heard about this challenge &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;he set off to Monia &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he tried to kill the snake &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; he did not &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;the prince of Canada tried to save poor Sapphire &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; he too did not &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;At last the prince of Italy tried &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he was full of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bravery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; he cut the beast in half &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; saved Sapphire &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;like the King said he got her hand in marriage&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;They had a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; wedding and had three kids called Mona&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Minnie &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Mandy&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-230050056528247406?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/230050056528247406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=230050056528247406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/230050056528247406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/230050056528247406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/sapphire-and-snake-by-hannah.html' title='Sapphire and the Snake by Hannah'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-5652251511541789812</id><published>2008-04-22T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:18:35.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The River Monster by Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Long&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; long ago&lt;/span&gt; on the hills of Glencoe&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;before the houses were built a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The hills stood tall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; proud&lt;/span&gt; so high their &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tips were in the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; On one side of the hills there were fields and fields of&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; luscious green grass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; this story’s not set there&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; its set in the village on the other side of the hill&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; called Ballahullish&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village was a small village with only a farm&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; one or two shops &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; a few scattered houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in Ballahullish weren’t&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; poor nor rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; were all good friends&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The village was a happy village &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the River Monster came&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There was a river&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; wove&lt;/span&gt; in and out between the houses in Ballahullish &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; that’s where the monster lived&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It went around &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gobbling&lt;/span&gt; up the people in the village &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; they were still alive in the monster’s tummy&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you were lying in your bed&lt;/span&gt; you could hear the eaten &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;people’s cries for help echoing around the village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-5652251511541789812?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5652251511541789812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=5652251511541789812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5652251511541789812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5652251511541789812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/river-monster-by-sarah.html' title='The River Monster by Sarah'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-9069874515491978536</id><published>2008-04-22T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:09:43.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Eye Giant By Bili x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4/4/08                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Long ago&lt;/span&gt; in a scary Jungle with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lime green trees&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hill so bright as lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It was cold Winter day snow was tallest mountain  the  in the Jungle&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A group of kids were out camping everyone was &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cheery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;A little girl called Poppy and her best friend Jenna were having tea together&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Everything was going great all of the friends were having dinner together&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Suddenly&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dark cloud arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;happiness fled from the Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Poppy and Jenna went to see what was happening&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; A very large giant appeared but it wasn’t any old giant it only had one eye&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; The one eye giant kidnapped them&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;he took Poppy and Jenna to a little shed far far away from the camping area&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The one eye giant tapped&lt;/span&gt; them&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The one eye giant was going to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;EAT THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Poppy and Jenna screamed HELP &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; nobody could heard them&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-9069874515491978536?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/9069874515491978536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=9069874515491978536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/9069874515491978536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/9069874515491978536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-eye-giant-by-bili-x.html' title='The One Eye Giant By Bili x'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-283736762783134347</id><published>2008-04-22T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:06:54.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creature by Maliha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; there was an &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ancient &lt;/span&gt;village &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bang in the heart&lt;/span&gt; of Africa that we know almost nothing about&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People lived in that village&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; happy to their &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hearts content&lt;/span&gt;. They had children to play with food to eat &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; houses to live in&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a danger could be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sensed&lt;/span&gt; in the air that made the people &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tremble &lt;/span&gt;with fear &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;darkness spread&lt;/span&gt; over the land &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;frightening&lt;/span&gt; all the children&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-283736762783134347?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/283736762783134347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=283736762783134347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/283736762783134347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/283736762783134347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/creature-by-maliha.html' title='The Creature by Maliha'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-3451741472504014258</id><published>2008-04-22T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:16:08.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Peril By Mark</title><content type='html'>4/4/&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;08&lt;/span&gt; Day of Peril by Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In an old town in the countryside&lt;/span&gt; there was a forest and that forest was known as the forest of silver light&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The people in the town went about their work&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the children playing and singing as the sun shone in the sky&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A huge explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Everybody ran to see where it had come from&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Then they all gazed upon a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; rock on top of the forest&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;Everyone shouted&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;No the forest has been destroyed&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;”. &lt;/span&gt;Then the rock began to split&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It was just then that they realized that it was an egg&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; fire breathing dragon burst out&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone ran indoors&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The dragon &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;destroyed&lt;/span&gt; all their crops and all their animals they were all sure to be doomed&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-3451741472504014258?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/3451741472504014258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=3451741472504014258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3451741472504014258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/3451741472504014258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-of-peril-by-mark.html' title='Day of Peril By Mark'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-8433743595110094866</id><published>2008-04-22T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:15:38.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Sea-Witch!!! By Heather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Long long ago&lt;/span&gt; there was a city and in that city&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; was a town and in that town there was a village&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it all took place in a sea-side called Drakmourth&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Drakmourth was&lt;/span&gt; the happiest place in the world. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It had&lt;/span&gt; children playing&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sea swaying in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; There had never been&lt;/span&gt; a rainy day in Drakmourth&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To get water&lt;/span&gt; the people had to go to the gushing gusar of Goby&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which had the freshest water &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;through the whole land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt; Jully was going up to get water she found Sue and Taz there to&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. (&lt;/span&gt;They were also getting water&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; they&lt;/span&gt; burst into&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; a sea of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; the matter&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;?’’&lt;/span&gt;Jully asked&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;We were&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt; Walking down the beach with Josef &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;... “&lt;/span&gt;Sue said quietly&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt; And&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; Said Jully&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;Well &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; this thing&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt; in the sand&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt; and we&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; sort of&lt;/span&gt; pulled it &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...”&lt;/span&gt; Sue said and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; she could say anymore Taz butted in and he screamed (still crying) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;A hole opened up and Josef fell in it&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suddenly &lt;/span&gt;there was a big&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; CRASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then a puff of smoke&lt;/span&gt; and the ground shook &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then &lt;/span&gt;there stood right in front of them the ugliest sea-witch they&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; had&lt;/span&gt; ever seen&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; !?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Terrified&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;they slowly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;backed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-8433743595110094866?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/8433743595110094866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=8433743595110094866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/8433743595110094866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/8433743595110094866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-sea-witch-by-heather.html' title='The Great Sea-Witch!!! By Heather'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-5881709913258258875</id><published>2008-04-22T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T04:09:52.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster at the Beach! By Jennifer Ritchie</title><content type='html'>4/4/08 WALT: write the opening for a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once apon a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; beside a village&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; there was a seaside&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That seaside has been closed for a long time &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ever since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There once lived&lt;/span&gt; a family&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a mum, dad&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; two twin boys and a little girl&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; All their life they had been full of &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; one day the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; fled from the beach&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the little girl&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Aleigsha was making a sand castle and the boys&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Jim and James were splashing each other in the water&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; their mum and dad were &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sunbathing&lt;/span&gt; in the hot sun&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone was having fun&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Some teenagers were playin volleyball&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; other kids were burrying each other in the sand&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then suddenly&lt;/span&gt; a big &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;seamonster&lt;/span&gt; came out making everyone &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a big scary&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; weird looking monster&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt; screamed James&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everyone was running for their lifes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The monster was hurting everyone, he was spitting water at everyone. He even through a little boy in the sea. He was smacking down rocks, srangling people with his wiggly arms. Everyone was terrified. Jim screames "WHAT IF HE KILLS US!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly someone came flying over the hills "don't worry I will save you,"A man called 'Jay-man' said. Jay-man tried shooting the monster, using bows and arrows but the monster just wouldn't die.Jay-man tried everything but it just wouldn't work. But then he thought f something. "I have an idea!"Jay-man had thought of a brilliant idea. He discovered a big cage and he then placed it on the sand and put a big, juicy steak right in the middle of the cage. When the seamonster came to eat the steak the cage trapped him inside. the big seamonster got pushed down a big, massive mountain! Jay-manwas praised forever and everyone loved him .He stayed near the beach and saw everyone everyday. He had a happy life from then on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-5881709913258258875?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5881709913258258875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=5881709913258258875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5881709913258258875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5881709913258258875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/disaster-at-beach.html' title='Disaster at the Beach! By Jennifer Ritchie'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-1248757426168924867</id><published>2008-04-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:22:24.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Water by Melissa</title><content type='html'>On the seaside of Newqauy there is a little town&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;In that town there are shops and houses&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; there was no town but only a beach&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; There were some towns near that one beach&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;All the people who lived in they towns could never be happier&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;They were the&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; happiest&lt;/span&gt; people in the world&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt; a little girl and her parents went to the beach&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl Sophie could see something in the water&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It looked like stones but it wasn&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Sophie &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; as loud as she could&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;Sophie what’s wrong&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;?” &lt;/span&gt;said her Dad&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sophie just pointed in the water&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;They &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; it was a sea creature&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The sea creature opened its mouth trying to grab Sophie by her dress&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-1248757426168924867?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1248757426168924867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=1248757426168924867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/1248757426168924867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/1248757426168924867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-water-by-melissa.html' title='Moving Water by Melissa'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-5026028409347426736</id><published>2008-04-22T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:47:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write The Opening For A Legend - By Ellie :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;4/4/08 Models For Writing&lt;br /&gt;WALT – write the opening for a legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eille-Tlek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A long time ago&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; small village, where everyone knew each other, it was just a normal &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt; day in the village. The village was on a hill top, so to get to the local supermarket, you had to walk down the hill &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;it was to steep for cars and bikes&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; you had to get a boat &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; sail for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two girls called Rennie &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Jessica, and they were aged 9 &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; 10. They were the best of friends &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;most of the time their mums and dads said they were closer than sisters&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt; the two girls decided to go to the local newsagents which is just across the road from the super market &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;they both knew the route backwards, forwards and probably even side&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;ways&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They had an idea&lt;/span&gt; to go to the newsagents to get a magazine, juice and crisps and sweets, so off they went, down the long, long &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; very steep hill&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;by the time they actually got there, their legs were really tired&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then it was time to&lt;/span&gt; go on the boat &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; but it was too &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;choppy&lt;/span&gt; to sail but none of them noticed this. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They went onwards with their &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;adventure&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; There was something on the water when Rennie and Jessica dipped their feet in to cool off. A big long type of devil &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; mermaid &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; dog &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; fish &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;a bit of everything really&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!) &lt;/span&gt;Then it came out from the water&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It rose up like the spirits rising from the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The girls were screaming wildly as the boat was rocking from side to side like you would do with a baby &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; in fast-forward &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; As the sea monster rose, the girls were screaming and crying, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;SILENCEEEEEEEEE&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt; roared the &lt;u&gt;thing&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;as it rose from the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;deep blue sea&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There was the sound of&lt;/span&gt; the monster shouting, the girls crying&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the waves crashing and the thunder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;flicker of hope&lt;/span&gt; as the girls, Rennie and Jessica saw another boat rowing towards them, but then &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the hope died&lt;/span&gt;. It had gone in the opposite direction. They were screaming but it was no use. They were &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But no &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They were&lt;/span&gt; behind the monster thing and they were about to throw their fishing net over it ! The man had a finger to his lips&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; he was telling them to be quiet &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; stop screaming. They threw the net over the monster, it was trying to fight back &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; it was too &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tangled&lt;/span&gt; up in the net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;YESSSSSSSSS&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt; screamed Rennie and Jessica as they hugged each other. The men &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anchored&lt;/span&gt; their boat down next to Rennie and Jessica's. The girls couldn't thank them enough. The men &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;they were called Shaun and David&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and they were made princes. After all that fuss, the lived through their &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; of going back into the sea. After that, they got on with life and told the tale to their families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; E&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;6 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-5026028409347426736?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/5026028409347426736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=5026028409347426736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5026028409347426736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/5026028409347426736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/write-opening-for-legend-by-ellie.html' title='Write The Opening For A Legend - By Ellie :-)'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-4863405628923899037</id><published>2008-04-22T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:50:43.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crocodile Rock By Caitlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Crocodile Rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Years Ago&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Millport&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it was just a normal day. People going past on bikes&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; people having ice&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;cream&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Just an &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty aged five was down in Millport for a day with her two younger sisters Becky &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Rachael. Kirsty was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bored out of her skull&lt;/span&gt; unlike her sisters she was not having fun&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;So she decided to go for a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wander&lt;/span&gt; down to the crocodile rock&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; As her mum &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;sisters went &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;bonkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sitting quite the thing&lt;/span&gt; on the crocodile rock&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then suddenly&lt;/span&gt; the tide came in&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she was stranded&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All of a sudden&lt;/span&gt; she felt herself rise&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It was the crocodile rock&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; it had come alive&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael and Becky could see Kirsty&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So they went to get their mum&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Jackie came&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; jumped over the railing onto the crocodile rock&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The sisters where happier now but only for a little while because the crocodile rock started moving back and back until it was out of sight&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; the rock had a huge yawn&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Kirsty was &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then the rock started sinking&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All the crowed&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gob-smacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Becky and Rachael were &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;screaming with fear&lt;/span&gt; and terror &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;whilst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everyone else was running about looking for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Garrison doors flew open&lt;/span&gt; and John came out&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; he only owned the Garrison he had &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;muscles like a wrestler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;He said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;Have no fear&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I will help&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Go into your houses &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; dont come out &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I walk past your home&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The next day&lt;/span&gt; when the tide was out&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;John could see the rock&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;lying in the harbour &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;as well as&lt;/span&gt; Jackie and Kirsty&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;! (&lt;/span&gt;Becky and Rachael stayed with John the night Jackie and Kirsty  went missing&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; John then reunided Jackie &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Kirsty with their family&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then John through the biggest rock he could see at the crocodile and it froze&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;back to the normal rock&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Eveyone was ever so happy now&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Despite everything&lt;/span&gt; that had happened that week&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;when they left they had a&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; smile on their face&lt;/span&gt; and Millport was&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; back to the quite little island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-4863405628923899037?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4863405628923899037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=4863405628923899037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4863405628923899037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4863405628923899037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/04/crocodile-rock-by-caitlin.html' title='The Crocodile Rock By Caitlin'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-6784681323730521114</id><published>2008-03-05T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:01:39.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Ross Glass'/><title type='text'>Ding Walla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There once lived a strange creature in the packed full jungle of Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;There only two of them in the world and they are a Crabalion.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its half a lion and half a crab&lt;/span&gt;. It can climb to as high as Mount Everest.He mostly goes up there ,because  its the highest mountain in the world.When he&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s up there he &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; comes back down.He has a brother called Walla Ding he dose the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; same as his brother&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt; but they only have &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;flying and climbing in common&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They hunt down preditors that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;are bullys &lt;/span&gt;they are hunters who &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ankle bite&lt;/span&gt; them and  then go down onto the floor and crawl our of the jungle.Then they eat fish that they have caught and thats how the Crabalion lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-6784681323730521114?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6784681323730521114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=6784681323730521114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/6784681323730521114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/6784681323730521114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/ding-walla.html' title='Ding Walla'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-7123526286443026143</id><published>2008-03-05T03:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:08:39.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Ashley by Heather Mcfadyen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hi im&lt;/span&gt; Ashley&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.""&lt;/span&gt; I was little I was born with &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a birds left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; I can fly because of it and I always cover it up&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; 15 years old&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;i no im still very very young&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; but I live with my Boyfriend prince Kyle and two adorable Kids Amanda &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aged 2&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt; and Liam&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;aged 5&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;).""&lt;/span&gt;I live in a castle and I am super rich&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!!""&lt;/span&gt;I also have the best job in the world im a model I model all over the world&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.""&lt;/span&gt;My hair coulor is blond and I am 5 feet I think well thats what height I was the last time I checked my eye colour is blue and i have butiful tanned skin and a very skinny body&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;because im on a diet)!!""I love to sing my favourite singer is Amy Mcdonald when she sings I have to sing along!""But my ultimet thing to do is shop I love to shop I would shop day and night eny day of the week eny week any year!!!""I go to cheerleading and dancing it is so much fun!""Thats some about me il be writing in my diary tommorow bye for now ciao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Heather Mcfadyen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-7123526286443026143?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/7123526286443026143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=7123526286443026143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/7123526286443026143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/7123526286443026143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess-ashley-by-heather-mcfadyen.html' title='Princess Ashley by Heather Mcfadyen'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-1035370146450665930</id><published>2008-03-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:58:35.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furry Longstocking by Bili</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi my name is Furry Longstocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Im 13 years old&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I live in the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;scary woods&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a long path to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I  live with my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; Mun &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; Dad&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Furry has some secret powers&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She can cast spells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OoOoOoO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; she can fly high up in the sky&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Well Furry is only 4 feet&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;very small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; She was born on 13th April&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She loves playing with all her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Zalalading, Holly&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Muff Muff&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Bill Bill&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Amy&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Bili &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Ellie. Furry goes to school &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; not just any it is animal school&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;She goes to school with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; dogs&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; rabbits&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; tigers&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; cat's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; lots more&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By Bili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-1035370146450665930?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/1035370146450665930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=1035370146450665930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/1035370146450665930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/1035370146450665930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/furry-longstocking-by-bili.html' title='Furry Longstocking by Bili'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-4499805336406553578</id><published>2008-03-05T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:57:33.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Candice By Rachael</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Candice Mc Kenzie is&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; fourteen year old&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She loves to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with her dog Candy&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Her dog is&lt;/span&gt; a cute &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;loveble &lt;/span&gt;Laso Apso&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; They both love&lt;/div&gt;going to town &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; their &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; shop is New Look&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Candice lives with&lt;br /&gt;her Mum&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Dad and her three big sisters called Nicole&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Nicola and Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;Her big sisters are very mean to her&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;xcept the youngest - &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; only&lt;br /&gt;fifteen and the two oldest are Nicle and Nicola&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; they are twins&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Her&lt;br /&gt;cousine is a cat called Fluffy and all of her faimaly live at the zoo&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She has a really&lt;/span&gt; big secret&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Whenever she gets&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she goes to her&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends house&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who is twenty three&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Her Mum doesn't&lt;/span&gt; allow her because he is to old and he gives her loads&lt;br /&gt;of money to spend on shopping &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and she&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;so she has to&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; sneak&lt;/span&gt; out&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-4499805336406553578?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/4499805336406553578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=4499805336406553578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4499805336406553578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/4499805336406553578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-about-candice-by-rachael-hearns.html' title='All About Candice By Rachael'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24607333.post-6144794653134078844</id><published>2008-03-05T03:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:34:47.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Emma M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt; three &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;creatures&lt;/span&gt; left of out there of the Wingdill family. No one has ever saw Batwing, Flapper and Arkbat.&lt;br /&gt;He has horns and hair on his head. There is nothing &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; about his head than mine. He has sharp arms and bat wing  and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;that is how he got his name). &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, he wears normal clothes, his legs are as furry as a polar bear, he has big feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He works at his dad's restaurant underground &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he makes the family recipes. he adds all the ingredients, then blow fire on it. The restaurant is a bit like a cave. He lives in a plane-boat above Scotland &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;It can fly or go in water&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24607333-6144794653134078844?l=woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/6144794653134078844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24607333&amp;postID=6144794653134078844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/6144794653134078844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24607333/posts/default/6144794653134078844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodhillprimaryschoolenglish.blogspot.com/2008/03/by-emma-m.html' title='By Emma M'/><author><name>Woodhill Primary School</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03129733023758051033'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>