My story

SPICE DAY and NIGHTS          Deno  Room 9

 I smell, soup? Me and soup don't get on well together so I can just wonder how this is going to go?????? I look into the distance of the distance and see the, soup? I thrust down through the thin air swaying and then, I land in the trash of the trash and I see the soup. Gull sweat is swaying down my feathers as i put in gull feet first. I thrust my beak into the soup and it's so hot. As I feel my salivers hot, I realise my whole body’s spicey.

 I hear spooky strangers’ voices. I feel like I'm below them. My heart drops. Now I feel, anything someone says about me I pick up on. spooky swaying strangers wrinkled hands pick me up and say, I'll call him gullfrazie. Now i feel a bit more safe. Never trust humans though. NEVER SAY NEVER!, Said a voice in my head, and that encouraged me to just pull through this moment. So i did. I felt like a spice gull champion. So then i hop into this car with the giants help. Well, human, I thought suspiciously. “OMG i hate this cadge.” I got myself through though.

 After a mad frustrating hour in the car we finally stopped!. I remembered to pull through this moment. 

Days and nights and days and nights and days and nights past. In those, days and nights and days and nights and days and nights, i got washed. The liquid stung my eyes. I went, owwww. Just like mr bean would. Mr bean made me get through this moment. I pulled through it and then it was finished.

 Then the giants, well, the truth is humans. But, anyway. I won't let the debate between giants and humans get in my way but anyway. The spooky humans let me go.

 There i was just enjoying the freedom of the freedom. This freedom was nothing more than freedom. Freedom is freedom. But i will never let chicken tikka masala take over my freedom again. OR MAYBE???????   

My story

SPICE DAY and NIGHTS          Deno  Room 9

 I smell, soup? Me and soup don't get on well together so I can just wonder how this is going to go?????? I look into the distance of the distance and see the, soup? I thrust down through the thin air swaying and then, I land in the trash of the trash and I see the soup. Gull sweat is swaying down my feathers as i put in gull feet first. I thrust my beak into the soup and it's so hot. As I feel my salivers hot, I realise my whole body’s spicey.

 I hear spooky strangers’ voices. I feel like I'm below them. My heart drops. Now I feel, anything someone says about me I pick up on. spooky swaying strangers wrinkled hands pick me up and say, I'll call him gullfrazie. Now i feel a bit more safe. Never trust humans though. NEVER SAY NEVER!, Said a voice in my head, and that encouraged me to just pull through this moment. So i did. I felt like a spice gull champion. So then i hop into this car with the giants help. Well, human, I thought suspiciously. “OMG i hate this cadge.” I got myself through though.

 After a mad frustrating hour in the car we finally stopped!. I remembered to pull through this moment. 

Days and nights and days and nights and days and nights past. In those, days and nights and days and nights and days and nights, i got washed. The liquid stung my eyes. I went, owwww. Just like mr bean would. Mr bean made me get through this moment. I pulled through it and then it was finished.

 Then the giants, well, the truth is humans. But, anyway. I won't let the debate between giants and humans get in my way but anyway. The spooky humans let me go.

 There i was just enjoying the freedom of the freedom. This freedom was nothing more than freedom. Freedom is freedom. But i will never let chicken tikka masala take over my freedom again. OR MAYBE???????  

Writing

I smell chicken tikka masala. Me and soup don't get together so i can just wonder how this is going to go.    

That's a little bit of my story I'm writing this week, show not tell. come on my blog sometime soon to see the full version. 😜👍

Lessons of the guees

Phttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hazitrxzhPk

Click on the link. What do you think the video shows

RICE/COPE

RISE/COPE

Cubism is chopped up artwork. Pablo Picasso created cubism and he was joined by Georges Braque. My cubism artwork means this….

Respect. Helping other through hard things. Saying a thank you and a please. 

Sustainability. Caring for the environment. It won't be the same without our differences. 

Equity. Making your friends feel safe. Make people's day with a giddy. 

Integrity. Telling people the truth and not making people have to guess the truth.

Learning. Life is nothing without learning.

Life is nothing without mistakes.

My work

Story

We're at the skatepark. I have a vanilla cola for a treat. The skatepark is in Okato. I'm heading up to the ramp about to do one of my best tricks, it's called a tail whip… I land the trick but I look back and there was Barnie crashing… My brother landed right near my other brother…… in seconds he was back up again… But his ankle was very sore...

There is one lie... Try to guess it

Look at the video of the crash