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My Letter To Mum

Dear Mum,

 

Thank you for the crackers you gave us on the train, I have saved some just in case emergencies. Me and my brothers and sisters have all had to split up except for Ethan and Ava because they are both 10. We all had to go in age groups because different people wanted different ages. Some were in a mixed group because  one quarter of people who are fostering us didn’t mind.

 

In the mornings Mrs Butler lets me feed the chickens and was the new born ducklings which are so cute and one baby duckling is brown (the odd one out) is always getting into mischief .The other day, when Mrs Butler was getting the towles ready, the brown duckling splashed her in the face!

 

I am not alone because Mrs Butler has two granddaughters who  I get along with really well. They only come on Mondays and Fridays but sometimes Wednesdays as well to come play with me.Whilst I play with Rosey and Poppy they always ask me where did I come from? I tell them the city and after they ask me what it is like there and what kind of food I eat. 

 

I have a little room upstairs where I sleep and do all my drawings. Every so often, all three of us go into my room and see all kinds of birds like seagulls, robins, grey **** and crows, sometimes even pigeons.

 

It is really nice in the countryside with all the flowers and bees buzzing around and butterflies fluttering their beautiful wings. I am lucky I have a nice Foster parent and two new friends helping me write this letter now.

The Hidden Secret

My secret is made from-

 

The tears of a lonely child.

The promise of long life

The pride of a win in fortnight

A cold winter coat on a hot day

and the fingertips of a rainbow.

 

I found it-

In the joy of opening a present.

The sadness of saying goodbye.

Sailing on a boat of nothingness.

This secret can-

Destroy the hearts of those who are loved,

Blow the minds of creativity.

Apologise to sadness and anger.

If i lost this secret-

The world would be full of fury,

the light would turn to dark.

World war 3 will erupt and 

The would will be nothingness.

The mysterious sea creacher

Dear diary,

Today all I wanted to do was get away from my step aunts and uncle’s house so I snuck out at 5 o’clock on a sunday evening and quietly got dressed into my most warm and comfy clothes.I didn’t want to go alone so I got my new puppy from christmas that I brang with me and put on my cosiest coat.As I grabbed my new puppies lead, the knot in my stomach got tighter and tighter.When we arrived and walked around for a little bit, I thought I saw a piece of litter on the rocks so I got closer to it.When I could see it up close it had skinny legs as thin as a ruler, arms as scaly as a dragon and a face as dark as the night sky.I ran home as fast as I could………

My poem

 

The night rose always sparkles in the moonlight just as the sun comes down.

The roots are made from delicate dragon skin and the petals are as soft as silk.

The polem is as smooth as sweet hunny.

 

The glitter tree is as bright as the sun and its petals are as rough as a rock.

The roots are made from colourful as fish scales and  the stump is made from the toughest poison ivy. The branches are as straight as a ruler and the leves as smooth as a petlas.

 

The Frost Lion is as cold as an iceberg on your taste buds and its petals are as rough as icicles.It’s roots are as blue as the sky and its stem is the same height

 as a polar  bear tipped sideways.

 

The Sun Cup tree is as beautiful as a rose as it is as tall as the longest ladder in  the world.It’s  branches are as strong as an elephant and its leaves are as delicate as  petlas.

 

The book flower is the same height as a book and its petals are as thin as a book page.It’s polem is as solid as brick as its roots are as thick as a book cover.

My poem

 

On my way home, I met a girl called snow

She had icey blue eyes,

Hair as cold as an Iceberg

And skin as soft as snow.

 

On my way home, I met a girl called spring

She had hair as fluffy as a newborn chick,

Eyes as bright as the sun

And skin as smooth as silk.

 

On my way home I met a boy called Autumn,

He had leavey hair,

Eyes the color of squirrels

And skin as wet as rain.

 

On my way home I met a boy called summer.

He had eyes as bright as sun flowers,

Hair as green as freshly grown grass

And skin as colourful as a rainbow.

 

On my way home I met a man called strength.

He had muscles as big as a beach ball,

Hair as messy as a birds nest

And legs as fast as a beam of light.

 

On my way home I met a man called nerdy

He had glasses as weak as a pencil,

Hair as neat as a bookshelf

And neas as nobbly as the gruffalo’s nose.

 

On my way home I met a monster.

It had a nose as creepy as a zombies,

A mouth dripping in a puddle of blood

And body 1,000,000m times bigger than a fully grown elephant.

 

Ever land

In the Ever land, I sang to a ruby red phoenix whilst it flew up in the moonlight.

In the Ever land I captured  a flame thrower whilst it through fire in to the sky.  

In the Ever land I saw a huge rainbow elephant fly over my head.

In the Ever land I realized there was monkeys with no tails hanging in the trees.  

In the Ever land I saw the most beautiful dimond in the deapest darkest of caves.

In the Ever land I caught the wiredest shaped bird I could find.

The storm beetle

 

The storm beetle                                                                                             

The incredible storm beetle is the same size and shape as a normal beetle but it has different abilities.Also, you would even recognise it in your house or on the side of the waterfall. If you find one, you would have good luck because they are very rare.

                                                               Diet

The storm beetle does not eat much because it is only an insect that is really rare. However, the thing that it does eat is …

 

  • Plants
  • Dry leaves
  • Ants
  • Moss

                                  

                                                    Habitat

 

Interestingly, the incredible beetle lives in the clouds! I know that some normal beetle can fly but not as high and a storm beetle.And this is why they are called the storm beetle. They only fly up in the clouds when it it pouring down or drizzling with rain.And that is another reason why the are called storm beetles