Hi everyone! I thought it was about time I did a quick blog post. Odd Sock has just headed outside to help Billy pull up some weeds in the garden. We have been reading through the 10 Fractured Fairytale finalists from the March Madness Contest this morning. They are all so good, that deciding which one to vote for was a really difficult decision! You can click on the link below to read the final 10 stories in Susanna's blog. You've still got time to vote, so why not head over there and take a look? The whole gang are really excited about tomorrow, as RhyBiBoMo (Rhyming Picture Book Month) will officially be starting! We can't wait to learn more about writing poems, and to get to work with others who enjoy writing in rhyme! I'd better go now. I think we're all supposed to be helping with the weeding. I guess that spring must really be here!
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Hi everyone, Odd Sock here! A nice lady called Susanna has a competition starting today, called "The March Madness Writing Contest". We are supposed to write a Fractured Fairytale in less than 400 words. Our entry is below, but we've read a few of the other entries this morning, and aren't really sure that ours is worthy of even standing beside them. Oh well, we are still learning! I hope the humans will be nice to us... Goldie Locks-up the Three Bears! Young Goldie spies her chance, And dives across the floor; She doesn't stop to glance At who's coming to the door. Her tail wags high and proud, She's heading to explore; Her woof says "Bye" quite loud, She finds the house a bore! Down to the docks she'll run, She loves it round the boats; The sights and smells are fun - A busy town that floats! Mmmm....sausages are near, She tastes them on her tongue; Hmmm...mixed with smells of beer... She'll find them before long... A forest of tall masts, Sway up above like trees; Sweet smells, in tasty blasts, Are carried on the breeze. Not thinking if she should, She hops from boat to boat; She sniffs out all things good, And leaps each watery moat! She lands aboard a ship With nobody around, The deck's a messy tip, Of crew there is no sound. So nosing down below, She finds the table laid; There's porridge out on show, Three steaming bowls, just made. She licks to try to test From each bowl she can see, The smallest one tastes best, She gobbles that for tea; She next eyes up three chairs, And thinks she'll take a rest, And as with the three bowls, She finds the smallest best. CRACK, CRASH! She feels it break! She lands upon the floor; Still sore from her mistake, She noses round some more... Three neat bunks are found, Each built into the wall, And so this naughty hound Tries sleeping in them all! As you'll now have guessed, The smallest is just right, So having found the best, She curls up for the night. The three bears, who'd popped out, Have now returned to eat; The small one starts to shout "My food!" and "My poor seat!" That naughty hound then woke To see an ANGRY face; She ran before it spoke, To flee that scary place! She now made one great sound - She HOWLED to call for help; Some Policemen soon came round, On hearing that loud yelp! A hoard of jewels were seen Stashed in the broken chair; On asked where they had been, The bears said, "Here and there..." Those bears, they went to jail, While Goldie, she went home; In shock, she hung her tail. She does no longer roam. Click here to edit
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AuthorsThe Top of the Wardrobe Gang: Oscar Rabbit, PD Monkey, Odd Sock, Burton Bear, Terry Tiger (TT), Burton Bear; helped by Melinda Kinsman Archives
October 2018
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