DRAGON By Hayley

The dragon is a big monster.

The dragon has sharp teeth.  They are sparkly.  He drinks blood from little boys.

His eyes are red as fire.

He has big horns on his head.  They are spiky.

His wings are big because they help him to fly.

He swings and whacks his tail.

Dragons are a little bit scary.

DRAGON By Finn

The dragon is a deadly devil.

He has eyes like a red flaming bull.  They look like bloodshot eyes.

He has a deafening roar in the jungle.  All of the animals are scared of him.

He has wings that go flap like a bird.  He has wings like a fire bull.

He has teeth as sharp as a knife falling down on you.

He is an evil killer.

DRAGON By Cam C

A dragon is a fierce beast.  They are appalling, no one really knows much about them!

His smoldery eyes are like an erupting volcano as he glares deviously at the meal he’s about to eat.

His giant wings flap furiously through the windy air.  They begin to get sweaty.

His murderous tail whips violently.  In his cave you can hardly see the ground.

His devilish teeth have blood smoothed all over them.  You can hear him roar like the wind in the background, as he devours his next meal.

His smooth sparkling scales shine brightly in his evil habitat.

His flaring nostrils breathe out smoke as they separate easily in the wind.

His colossal body damages the mighty jungle, loudly.

His terrifying claws swipe at his prey.  As deadly as a chainsaw.

The flexible dragon twists and turns through the sharp rocks without getting a bruise.

His massive legs squash a bunny in pain.

His killing horn stabs a humans body.  Leaving human bones behind in terror.

Lucky dragons are mythical creatures.

DRAGON By Sam M

The dragon is a monstrous hunter.

His slimy scales are as smooth as a slippery slug.  Its scales are bright green.

His rock hard horns are as hard as a magnetic ball.  His horns kill humans.

The dragons wings stretch out to fly.  The dragon flutters in the misty sky, crossing to its cave.

The colossal body crushes the skulls he has eaten just before time.

His smolderous eyes are as fiery as a flaming fire ball.

He stamps on the skulls from the people he has eaten.

Its devilish teeth crunch into his meal in his cave filled with creatures.

His evil habitat is in a far away land, in a misty cave.

Its monstrous claws crunch into creatures’ bodies that he found in the jungle.

THE SEVEN LITTLE FISH - Retold by Jack

Once upon a time, seven little fish lived.  They wanted to play tag, so they asked their mum, and their mum said, “Yes, but don’t go past the rocks because Tataraimaka is fishing with his black flax net he made from the flaxes at Sprits Bay.

So they went to play.  They were having so much fun that they forgot their mothers advice.

Then Tataraimaka saw them, so he got his net and he caught the fish.  They were crying so much that their tears made the sea salty.

Tane, the God of Light, saw them crying, so he turned them into the seven stars.

The End

THE SEVEN LITTLE FISH - Retold by Maia

Once upon a time there were seven fish and one mother fish.  One day the mum was going through the rules again. 

“Stay near the rocks, don’t go in the deep, dark, open sea.”

One day the fish forgot the rules and they went in the deep dark open sea.  Tataraimaka was the giant.  He had a net and it was made out of a magic flax.

Tataraimaka saw the seven fish.  He was glad.  He chucked his net on top of them.

Tane heard the seven little fish crying.  He felt really sad for them so he came down to help them.  He hauled them up to the sky.  He turned the fishes into stars by a magic trick.

THE SEVEN LITTLE FISH - Retold by Hayley

One day there were seven fish.  They were living with their mother.

They asked their mother if they could go and play.  But she said, “Stay by the rocks because Tataraimaka is fishing today with his magic net.”

They forgot their mothers warning and they swam to the end of the ocean and got caught by Tataraimaka and they cried.

Then Tane came down from the sky and took the net off Tataraimaka and took them into the sky and turned them into stars.

THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER - Retold by Isabella

Once upon a time there lived an ant and a grasshopper.  The ant worked all Summer for Winter while the grasshopper made fun of her.

“Why do you work so hard?  Live a little!”

She did not listen.  She put her wheat in her pantry and cooked pancakes.

Soon, it turned to Winter.

The grasshopper said, “I need shelter and food.  Oh…..Oh……Ant”

He knocked on Ants door.  Ant opened the door.

The grasshopper said, “Can you give me food and shelter in your house and I’ll sing a song.”

“Why should I do that stuff for you, when I worked so hard all Summer, and all you did was laugh at me.  You should have thought about Winter.”

And she shut the door in his face.

Wise people think about tomorrow, today.

THE ENORMOUS TURNIP - Retold by Jessica

Once upon a time in Russia, an old man had just been to the market.  On the way back he found a turnip seed in a sealed bag.  When he got home he decided to plant it.  He watered it every day. 

The next morning, the old man went outside to check on the turnip.  OMG!  Guess what he saw!  He saw the biggest turnip in the world.  So he decided to harvest it.  He heaved and heaved with all his might, but the turnip would not budge. 

He decided to call his wife.  His wife came running out.  She held the little old mans back and pulled and heaved, but the turnip would not budge.

The farmers wife decided to call her son.  Her son came running out and held onto the farmers wife’s back.  They pulled and heaved with all their might, but the turnip would not budge.

The farmers son decided to call his dog to come and help.  The dog held the farmers son.  The farmers son held the farmers wife.  And the farmers wife held the farmer.  And the farmer held the turnip.  They pulled and heaved with all their might, but the turnip would not budge.

A little mouse came along.  “I can help you,” he said. 

Everyone turned around and laughed.  “You can not help us.  You’re way too small.”

“Oh yes I can,” said the mouse, and he grabbed onto the dogs tail.  They all pulled and heaved with all their might.

The turnip popped out of the ground.  Everyone toppled on top of each other and got caked in mud.

“Hooray!” everyone shouted.  “I guess it’s turnip soup for dinner.”

The farmers wife took the turnip inside to clean it.  Then she cut it up into little pieces and dropped it in the pot to cook.  She invited some friends to share the feast with. 

They all sat down at the table and ate some lovely turnip soup.

“Mmmmmmmm, yummy!”

DEAR DIARY - By Fergus

Dear Diary, 25^th December, 1916

So, here I am huddled up on a sturdy branch in a vast tree for the second painful night in a row.  It is very hard to sleep because deafening gun shots are going off everywhere.  My body is knackered and I have an immensely sore head.  I am up in this tree because I am a sniper.  If anyone finds this note, they should know my name is George Crane, a private in the army.  It feels strange that after all my hard training, I am stuck up a tree thinking of delicious Christmas ham.  My mouth probably won’t open, it is freezing here.  We have seen lots of massive bears.  I got attacked by one, a very big one, it was terrifying.  Luckily I shot it.  There is one thing I like about being a sniper and that is you don’t have to live in a trench.  We eat two times a day, breakfast and tea.  I have to go, we are not allowed to write in our diary at night.