May 25th, 2016 by Mrs Duxbury
I predict that in this chapter, Sapphire will be asked to do some jobs around the grand house : She probably won’t do it correctly and get shouted at. Just from looking at the first sentence in this chapter, I can infer that she has overslept. I think that ‘behind like a sheep’s tail’ means that they are running later then ever. I think that the word genuflected means worked. I know now that it means – from late. I have predicted correctly and Sapphire has not understood how to operate the kitchen range and has been sent off in disgrace. I think that if Sapphire really did ‘scrub her fingernails raw’ then Sarah (the head housemaid) should at least tell her that she has done a good job. I think that having to shape the butter into a rose for Mr Buchanan (Sapphire’s boss) is just ridiculous. I wonder why Bertie (the butcher’s boy) keeps calling Sapphire beautiful.
Dear Mrs Duxbury,
I am writing this letter to inform you why I want to be one of the eight people going to Kids meet.
Here are my reasons why I think I will be good enough to go to Kids meet.
- I will have an amazing attitude and mix well with the other schools.
- My best behavior and manners will be shown all the time.
- I feel like I can explain why you should blog and 100wc really well.
- I can use my expression to drag people in. ( Of course, in a good way!)
- I am very confident and quite bright. This – I think- will make the reader want to carry on listening to us.
- I LOVE blogging so maybe other children will see how happy I am about blogging.
- Also, I really want to go.
Hopefully, you have taken this letter into notice and I have convinced you to choose me
A CARP PIE
Walking in the woods, I’m on a journey to my grandmother’s house. I have to take her a pie (they look beautiful). As I turned the corner, I nearly fell, a huge death-defying drop was in front of me. It had never been there before, “Maybe it was made by work-men.” I wondered. Slow and steady, I arrived, I walked in and shouted, “Grandma I’m here.” Nobody answered, as the flame flickered and then went out, I began to tremble. I ventured all around the house, she wasn’t there. A dark figure approached the window…GRAN!
Where the sheep never graze,
where the wolves never roam.
It waits in a daze,
it waits in it’s home.
It sings it’s lullaby,
of it’s horded gold.
whilst the world goes by,
and it grows old.
When it steals treasure,
when it sneaks into your room.
it takes to it’s pleasure,
and returns to it’s house, in the valley of doom.
When you go to bed, go to sleep,
this will leave it to die in a heap.
Don’t stay awake up until morn,
otherwise, he will be reborn!