Hannah

=This is my Myth and Legend... =

** Long ago in a distant land there lived in the village of the never ending Sunday, a brother and a sister called Jeremy and Lauren. One Sunday (because it was always Sunday in their village) Lauren came running to Jeremy yelling “Jeremy, Jeremy! Rose told me that a giant talking, walking fish called Cameron ate her brother!” “What a load of rubbish!” replied Jeremy “but it’s true and I don’t care what you think, I'll go and find him myself!” said Lauren “ok I’ll go with you, but where are we going anyway?” said Jeremy “through the Rota forest, and to the Grotto river.” So they walked for nearly two hours before they found the Grotto River (because they had been going in circles) Lauren and Jeremy were very tired, but Lauren was determined to show Jeremy that Cameron was true “look Jeremy! There he is right there on that rock.” she said “well so he is.” replied Jeremy. Then Cameron spotted them “what are you doing?! Are you spies sent from the humans?! Tell me right now!” He yelled at them. “Please sir we’re only children trying to find out why you ate your friends brother” answered Jeremy quietly. “What do you mean ate him? All I did was push him into the river where all my friends did the job for me!” said Cameron “any way since you’ve found my secret hiding place, I will have to get rid of you!” Lauren and Jeremy ran as fast as they could until they couldn’t run any more. They quickly climbed up the nearest tree and waited for Cameron to go past. “What are we going to do?” asked Jeremy. “I don’t know, what are you asking me for?” answered Lauren. The two children waited all night until they couldn’t wait anymore. “Hey I know what we can do to stop that fish!” Lauren called out. “What?” asked Jeremy loudly “we can pour fresh water all over him… what? It’s the only thing I could think of.” Said Lauren “Why would pouring fresh water over him, kill him?” Asked Jeremy. “I don’t know! Fish need salt water and fresh water doesn’t have any salt in it, or something like that.” answered Lauren. ** **“Good point.”** **Said Jeremy.** ** So they climbed down from the tree and went off to find Cameron once again. When they found him he was standing right next to a well in the middle of nowhere. “Perfect” said Lauren “now all we have to do is push him into the well.” But that wasn’t very easy because there were a lot of fish in the near by streams and rivers protecting Cameron. They decided to swing along the tree branches and drop down onto him. Jeremy went swinging from branch to branch, but they suddenly the branch that they were on snapped! They fell down, down, down and they landed right on top of Cameron! “What are you doing? I thought I scared you away!” Cameron yelled “Wait, stop that!” but it was too late, Lauren and Jeremy were already chucking him into the well! After Cameron was dead Lauren and Jeremy expected to be attacked by the rest of the fish weren’t and to their amazement the fish started thanking them for saving them from Cameron! When they got back to the village of the never ending Sunday, they found that everyone was celebrating two things! The first thing was that Cameron the giant talking, walking fish was dead, and the second thing was that it was a Monday! ****

By Hannah Millar. **

This is my emotion poem. What we have to do is choose a positive emotion and write a poem about it. Then we have to get a negative emotion that is opposite to our other one and write a poem about that.

Pleasure Pleasure is the satisfing feeling when you finish your work above expections. It tastes like the perfect peach, freshly picked from its tree. It smells like the flowers is a garden growing big and bright. It sounds like everyone around is cheering you on. It feels like the warm hug of a long lost friend, finally found. Pleasure is when you've overcome your fears and you've finally realised that the key to life is love.

Pain Pain is your worst fears come to life. It tastes like a poisoned drink as the acid burns down your throte. It smells like fresh blood being spilt across the room. It sounds like the terrifying scream of someone being murderd. It feels like someone is stabbing you in the back with a rusty old knife. pain is when your hand is being pressed on a hot, hot stove top.


 * This is my Haiku (From Japan) poem.

Trees Rusteling softly now, Big and reaching to the sky, Swaying in the breeze.**