In Room 16, we have been challenging ourselves to gives reasons and to justify the statements we make in our writing. We started with a well-known and well-loved book from our school library, ‘The Three Little Pigs’. We then had to decide which pig we each thought was the most clever. Read our writing and see if you agree or disagree with our statements.

Paul wrote…

Who was the most clever pig? I think the third pig was the smartest because he built his house out of bricks. Bricks are a tough material… He just relaxed while the wolf huffed and puffed. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t blow it down. He was safe.

Louisa wrote…

Who was the most clever pig? I think that the pig who made its house out of bricks because the wolf couldn’t blow his house down. That pig was too clever and the wolf was not as clever as the third little pig. That pig’s house didn’t dare come down because that pig was so good at making pig houses. Then the wolf said to the pig “There is a big turnip field outside”.

Joel wrote…

Who was the most clever pig? I think the third pig was the most clever because he used the hardest and strongest material. If I were a pig I would make a house underground so the wolf would never eat me.

Ella wrote…

Who was the most clever pig? I think the most clever pig was the third pig who built his house out of bricks. The bricks were orange and red. If I was the third pig I would build my house out of concrete so the wolf would not eat me. I wonder if the wolf would come into my house? I hope he will not.

Today the children of Room 16 were imagining themselves as Autumn leaves. We thought about the life of a leaf. Here is what Grace had to say…

I held on to a branch in the trees. I am a green leaf surrounded by other leaves. Children climb up my tree and I tickle them but they don’t feel it because I am only a leaf. It became Autumn and I fell down in to a garden. I wonder if a worm will eat me. The worms say “Munch! Crunch!”.

I was blinded by my tears as the uniformed man took away my brother Tom.  I couldn’t stand being away from him, he’s my guardian.  I slouched my way to our home thinking about my brother.  It felt like years, but it was only three weeks later we received a letter from Tom my brother, he wrote…

Dear Elizabeth

I do hope you are looking after Mother and Father and treating my favourite horse Willow, very well.  I can’t wait to see you.  I’m so excited and my journey is about to begin.  Will write soon.

Love Tom

I knew he would be home soon, but the suspense was getting to me and after 6 months of waiting I was starting to loose hope of him writing to me, but when I saw the grey piece of paper hanging out of our letterbox I knew that it was him.  My legs struggled to keep up with my excited heart.  I lunged for the mailbox and quickly ran to our tree-house, which we had just finished before Tom went away.  Dear Elizabeth… I read.  Before I knew it the horrible words he wrote became blurred into foggy smudges as I wiped away the tears.  I was terrified thinking of him scared, alone and afraid of what awaits him.  Tom was haunted by what he had seen and had to do!  But despite the horror Tom had a glimpse of hope that the War would be over very soon.

Tiaan (Year 6)

Dear Dad

I wish I was at home, but war has begun.  I wish I could have some of your famous stew.  Oh, I’m off to go to war now.  I’ll write to you later Dad.

Love your son

Dan

By Jimi (Year 3)

ANZAC Day is about soldiers who gave up there life and fought in the war to let us have freedom and also to remember the people who never came back.  That’s why we have dawn parades at places with cenotaphs.  A cenotaph is a place where lots of people come to remember people who have died in the war.  Lest we forget.

By Cara (Year 3)

ANZAC is a very sad day for me because my Great-Great-Granddad died in World War 1.  But it is also a very happy day for me as well because my Uncle, who is quite old, survived in World War 2.  Anyway at ANZAC Day I remember the dark trenches and the smelly dead people attracting flies.  The poppies grow in the battlefields where soldiers had died.  It’s a sign of grief and blood.  EeeOr!  The donkeys helped in World War 1 and other wars carrying the injured and dying soldiers to a hospital.  Here the doctors could try their best to heal and help the injured soldiers.

By Isla (Year 2)

The poppy flowers are red and black.  My Dad told me that they look just like blood.  The colour is so bright red that when I look at it my eyes get sore.  I can’t look at them anymore, but it is okay because the black middle isn’t as bright.  We wear poppy flowers on our t-shirts to celebrate the soldiers on ANZAC Day.  I wonder if I will get to wear one on my t-shirt next year.

By Ella (Year 2)

I thought of the army yesterday.  They have been in the war.

By Eugene (Year 1)

I watched television and I saw the soldiers in the war.

By Azraf (Year 1)

Lazily lying on the soft green grass, my mind wanders off to the Kaimais and surrounding greenery.  My body is still as I listen to the cicadas which make tall trees seem alive.

By Brecon (Year 6)