One day a little girl was on her computer in her bedroom and then a ROAR was coming from the cave under her house. She went to the cave under her bedroom and she saw some flames. Putting one foot and another foot forward, she saw a dragon that was all red and orange. The girl became friends with the dragon and gave him a lollipop and the dragon gave her a star. That day the little girl went to her bed room with her nice pretty star.
by Jemima (aged 8)
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Once there was a land that was so green even the soil was green. On that land there were animals of all sorts, even animals that weren’t even in your wildest dreams and-you guessed it – they were green. One day all the green started to disappear and the animals were shocked when they looked at everything and it was grey. They remembered it was night and at night it gets really cold so all the grey animals hurried into their grey beds. The next day everything was back to its normal green.
By Steffi (aged 10)
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Long ago when dragons ruled the world, a big blue egg cracked open and Fredrich emerged in a cave. He was a big, black dragon with red eyes and razer-sharp fangs. The first thing he did was cause mayhem on the town people because it was in his dragon blood to do such a thing. Next he ate 12 people, 4 sheep and one rabbit. Long ago when dragons ruled, a young dragon called Fredrich fell asleep.
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The goat, the pig and the wild dog escaped from the barn at the same time and they went to hide behind the little apple tree that was near the farmer’s house. The dog was named Emma and she was friends with the goat named Lolly and her friend named Penny the pig. After the man left to look for them, they ran quickly to the scary forest because the farmer would be scared to go in. They slept there for two weeks and picked apples for food. The goat, the pig and the wild dog went back to their home in the nice warm barn.
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Today, at our school, it was sports day and we had a two hundred metre run and a long jump. When it was a break a big black dog wandered in. First thing the dog did was chase a group of kids around. The dog also sat down with a group of girls and started to bark. Eventually the dog was taken away. At our school the fastest animal was the big black dog.
by Steffani (aged 10)
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As the village woke to the sound of a rundown crow the sun started its slow journey across the sky. A fire started in the grimy blacksmith’s shop as a poor but honest man began his dawn to dust effort. He passed a dirt encrusted window and in the corner of his eye observed the familiar castle that loomed over the poor village and was surrounded by a ten metre stone wall. An old widow draped in a thread bear sack begged the blacksmith to fix her rusty hole-ridden cauldron. “I can’t pay you.” she said, but the blacksmith followed quickly by saying “Pay me when you can.” As she hobbled away the blacksmith sighed and thought to himself that the only reason the village could not pay for his services was because of the dreadful king’s exorbitant taxes.
by Jack (aged 10)
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One day a pretty koala climbed out of her eucalyptus tree, chewed some leaves and had a baby koala. She named her baby Alexandra and together they went on a walk to visit their friend Jemima the possum and found her in the tree house having tea. Alexandra and her mum were about to go home but the house was on fire and so they waited. Three minutes later Jemima found a new house near a lovely waterfall, squeezed inside and they all had leaves for lunch. One day Jemima and Alexandra and her mum played.
by Jemima (aged 7)
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At dawn deep in the ocean a submarine and ship collided attracting all the fish, especially the rainbow fish. This curious fish swam up to the submarine and looked for an entrance. He found a small crack and swam in. He heard noises from inside a vault. The noises startled him so he swam away quickly, accidentally bumping a lever. To the sound of air rising, he realized that the submarine was resurfacing so he swam away. Early in the morning the ocean was filled with cheers of relief.
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Recently I purchased an electric bicycle after many years of riding a conventional push bike. I also had some time on my hands and sought out Henry Lawson for some inspiration for a reply as to why I bought an e-bike. Here is what we came up with:
My solution for “When my knees begin to go” – An electric bike
When you doubt that rising road and the gears just don’t seem right,
And the fear of climbing keeps you tossing through the night.
You don’t know how to take it, or whether your mates would care;
Because in the past you were fast; the cyclist with all the flair.
There were no mountains, just long hills with every one to win,
No ride too long, no wind too strong; you took it on the chin.
Of late things have altered and they create a troubled mind
As you start to run out of steam and are being left behind.
I’ve noticed without exception, as no-one escapes this devil’s play
“The gears are wrong”, “The wind is strong”, “Was that a fast kay?”
Coaxing words to lift you from friends that gather around;
Are to no avail, your breath still fails as you give to them more ground.
When laborious legs toil the thoughts of torturous reason
The mind seeks solace of just what might be sports of a lighter season.
Is there a way a cyclist may still ride with the pack;
Or is there a time you will find you just can’t wind it back?
You too will face the passing of the people that you know
When the rides are long, the wind is strong and your knees begin to go.
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Late at night as the wind howled, the amateur photographer remained silent in the garden. Even though he was frightened he scraped through the opened window, crept down the dark corridor and found the combination safe where he knew his equipment was being stored. Hastily he considered his options. Last year he practised in the gym and he was strong. He picked up the safe and sprinted with a big grin on his face.
Callum (Aged 11)
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