The Bridge

One day not so long ago there lived a big grumpy bear and a huge stupid sloth. On that particular day the two enemies meet in the middle of a rickety bridge. The big grumpy bear was not happy with so he tried to shove past him but the were to big to pass each other and this made the big grumpy bear very annoyed. Just then he heard a little "Hissssssssss"and he turned around and saw a baby garter snake the little baby garter snake told him "Can I go along the bridge please" "NO" yelled the big grumpy bear with a furious tone and grabbed the baby garter snake and punched it's head three times then threw him over to the end of the bridge angrily. Now the huge stupid sloth was NOT HAPPY not happy at all (with the bear of course).Just as the huge stupid sloth was going to punch the bear in his snarling face but a little beaver stopped his hand in it's tracks. The little beaver said to the sloth "Why would you do that to a be..." the sloth grabbed  the little beaver and kicked him over to the other side of the bridge. When the beaver reached the other of the bridge the bear and the sloth started to squabble like seagulls... then "CRACK" the beaver was chewing the wood "SNAP" the side of the bridge that the beaver was on broke and the bridge fell but one side was still connected to the side. The bear and the sloth fell to the
      Bottom 
                   of
                                   the
                                           cliff. But then there was a BIG problem now the beaver could not get across. So the baby garter snake slithered on the bridge and pulled it to the edge so the beaver could get across.
    

Steve's Blog of Sadness

One day there was a little boy called Steve. Now he wasn't a normal boy he had a disease which his eyes lower than other human beings but it made him look cuter but still the the other people hated him because they thought he was ugly.So one day a boy in Steve's class called Joe decided to delete all of Steve's blog posts at home.The next day at school Miss Copypod ( The teacher) was marking the things on the blogs and she thought it would be nice show them Steve's writing about the clouds in the sky. So she clicked on the site that said Steve's blog of Sadness and looked for the cloud writing but it was not there in fact there was no posts at all. Miss Copypod was suspicious "Who did this" she said with a serious tone . The next day Miss Taylor came to their class to talk about cyber safety. Obviously Joe was not listening to any of this he was to busy shooting spit bombs at Steve. On the weekend Joe felt a little bad for what he did so he sent a letter to Miss Copypod, Miss Taylor and of course to Steve saying he was sorry for he did it. When he went to school on Monday he had a chat with Miss Copypod talking about why he did it "I did it because I don't like Steve" he said. "Well still you don't ever need to do something like that, it was very mean and Steve is devastated.  Are you ashamed of yourself?" "Yes I am Miss Copypod." "Good now get back to work while I try and get Steve's posts back." Thankfully Miss Copypod was very good with technology so she got 15 of his posts back but the rest were gone forever.

The Catch

Hi, my name is Oop, and I am the village fisherman.

It’s my job to catch the fish to feed everyone.

They depend on me.

This is the month when all the water in the lake dries up.

It’s getting harder and harder to catch fish.

I’m getting bored waiting.

But what’s this?

It’s a bite.

Finally!

How exciting.

I pull it in, but it’s a Tidler. How disappointing.

I look back at my village, and I think “This isn't enough to feed my village.”

I feel like I've let them down.

But then I hear a whimper. It sounds like a dog, but there aren't any dogs around here, at least I don’t think there are.

I look through the plants and see a fox with a trap around its leg.

So I get out my knife and raise it high. The fox cowers, and then I cut the rope to free him.

He turns around and charges at me, jumps on me. I’m so scared.

But thankfully he smells something and scampers through the bushes and over to my basket.

I’m worried he’s going to eat the only fish I've caught.

I stare at him sternly with a look that says “don’t you dare”.

He takes off with my fish!

“Hey, that’s my fish and I’m not going to give it up!”.

I chase after him, but he ducks into a hole with thorny brambles.

I look back at my village, and I’m determined to get back my fish.

So I squeeze through, I’m just small enough.

My beige pants catch on a thorn, I pull myself free and continue to chase him.

He hides in a log, I jump on the top and look down, but he’s gone.

I’m confused. How could he disappear?

Just then something like a mini hurricane jumps on to my head and makes me fall off the log. It’s the fox. I need that fish!

I continue chasing him, I catch him!

But he squeezes free, “Oh man” I’m so frustrated.

He starts to climb up a cliff.

I do too.

But my hat get blown away by a gust of wind.

I gaze down in sorrow.my favourite hat floats down to the bottom.

I think, “Oh man, I’m so high up, what if I fall?”

This is scary, but my village needs that fish.

So I gain the courage to keep climbing.

When I reach the top, I see the fox.

But he throws my fish away.

I’m confused. Why did he do that?

Suddenly the mist clears away and the sunlight shines through.

I squint to see a ginormous lake, with fish everywhere.

I am amazed. I’m overjoyed.

But then everything gets darker, a massive shadow passes by.

The biggest fish I've ever seen jumps right in front of me.

Then I realize the fox wasn't trying to stop me feeding my village, he was trying to help me.

I’m so thankful, so grateful.

He’s my friend.

He brushes up against me with a stick, he wants me to fish.

I use it to make a fishing rod, I cast my line into the lake.

I’m hopeful I will catch some giant fish.

After a day of fishing, I walk home with a big fish and a medium fish.

I throw the medium to the fox and continuing walking to the village to share the news.  

I’m proud I've done my job, I relieved everyone will have enough to eat.

But when I’m not looking, the fox turns into its true self.
A spirit that was there to help me.

My writing goal

Hi my writing goal is 

to write my ideas down quickly and planning like plan,write fast and get ideas down. This will help me with my writing.