Operation flax

One girl named Freya and her mother were trying to save the flax bush outside.So, Freya and her mother tried to persuade her to keep it. Because it was part of their heritage they always made stuff out of it. They thought of an idea to stop them taking it away. Freya mixed up some bird syrup and hung it on the bush. Tuis came and ate the syrup. It made the neighbour's husband happy because he had never seen that much tui in a long time. They decided to keep the flax.

Triathlon

Our class did triathlon for fun. First we had a practise and then we did the real one.I didn't come anywhere but it was fun.

 “GO!” was all I heard when I slid across the water slide for Triathlon, the reason we slid on the water slide was because we weren't at the beach. I slid to the end with a serge of excitement rushing through my body.I went around once, twice, three times, four times, five times until we were told to run for transition. Transition means change area.



 We clicked on our helmet and walked our bikes out of transition. I pedaled with all the strength in my legs. I did one lap on the field then two. I pushed my bike in to transition.

READY TO RUN. “You can do it.” was what I was saying to my self trying to boost my confidence.I ran to the end with happiness over whelming me. “Yeah.” said Howard with a hand shake and a pat on the back.

 Unfortunately I didn't come First second or third But I still tried my hardest and that is what counts in a Triathlon. I walked back to class feeling good about myself and for my friend Howard for coming first.

GUY FAWKES WAS THE BEST!!!

Walking across the Warehouse I was deciding what fireworks I was going to buy with my bit of money. Carelessly noticing what my little brother Angelo was going to get. Then with no warning my mother said that we were going so I just grabbed one of those and one of these and there you know it, my mind was made up. Skadadling with my brother and mother to our car.
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I had sore arms from carrying a Big boom box, a fountain fiesta a black bad boy and two sparkler packs. Angelo had his load as well. My mother just got an Astro blazer for the family at my nana’s house because they weren't celebrating Guy Fawkes.A demolition family pack is all we needed  for my little brother and sister and the one and only dad. My brother and I talked all the way home about what we are going to do with our fireworks. My mother talked about what we had to do before we lit them by our selves, and friends.

The whole neighbour hood came to enjoy a fun filled night with us. I really loved how my friend came and showed support by bringing his box.
KABOOM!  Light filled the sky with, rays of colour here and rays of colour there. We sat back lighting little cascades and throwing them onto the ground. My friend made a bomb with a bottle and made a small crater in the grass.

Guy Fawkes was the best !

The Bush

   THE BUSH
                                                                 based on a true story.


Long ago in a small place called Waikare bush It was grey and dismal outside But that didn’t stop us going hunting with our uncle Collin. Angelo and I were out hunting as well. We scoured the bush clinging the knife tightly with our teeth as well as holding a slug gun.

We searched high and low to find a Sow or a wild Cow or even a Boar. “here piggy piggy piggy piggy.” My uncle said continuiously.Until we heard a snap. we turned around to see  a moving bush, when it stopped we saw another bush moving, then another, then another. Until...My little brother angelo jumped out.

“You almost gave me a heart attack then Boy.” my uncle said. We saw a bush moving then we turned around and said “Angelo get out of there.”
“Im over here said angelo.”
My Uncle turned around with a small grin on his face and a gleam in his eye. He winked at us with his slug gun pointing directly at the bush. With the sound of angelo nibbling on his teeth. Angelo Whispered “Can we go home.” My uncle said “Herenga ki te whetu.” champions never give up. A silence broke through out the bush.


Suddenly a giant wild Boar dashed towards us, my uncle shot and CLICK, He forgot to load. I leaped onto a tree stump grabbed the knife from my mouth and Jumped with a frantic surge of panic going up my spine, I stabbed the pig in the back. he ran for uncle still when it trembled to the ground right in front of uncle collins knee.

I jumped with joy with my uncle sighing because angelo went missing. We looked every where and even in creeks. When we heard a faint noise from a distance calling “Calvin Uncle.”We ran as fast as we could.we found a cave with angelo trapped in between two rocks.”How did you get in there boy.” Uncle said. I was up top hiding when it cracked and collapsed. About then we were worried that angelo was a gonner when we could hear a cracking. The top of the cave was about to crack and now the pressure was on. we shot the rocks with all the bullets we had but they were only slug guns. We hacked at the rocks but they did no effect so I thought of something crazy.Using the tusk of the boar we loaded the slug gun and shot seven  pieces of the tusk one at a time when crack. The rock broke and Angelo ran out and hugged us.the rocks fell and we sighed with relife. “Phew.”

We walked home with a boar around my neck and we all went to bed full from dinner. I thought of what would’ve happened to angelo if we never caught that boar. when flash I woke up to see that it was just a dream.

Surviving

Subject Poetry.

In room 17 we have been writing poetry about a culture and if you read my text you might be able to find out which culture I am writing about.


Haka

Mere

pohutakawa tree

all blacks

silver ferns

taiaha

patu

Olympic hero.JIM THORPE!!!

We were asked to investigate an Olympic medalist and then to write a report about this athlete.
We focussed on hooking our readers in and I created an animation to tell the story.


Hi my name is Jim Thorpe I am an Olympic Gold medalist from 1912 and won the Pentathlon and Decathlon. I was part Indian and grew up in Indian territory in the USA. I got married and had two children named Gale and Bill.

I signed to the New York Giants baseball team. In 1913 I also played professional foot ball for the Pine Village Pros.


I had my medals taken off me more than 6 months after the 1912 Olympics because under the rules at the time no athletes were able to be sports teachers or paid for playing sport. I was paid about $47 for playing baseball.


I died on 28  March 1953, Later on, in 1983 years later my wife got my medals  back with one piece of paper stating the 1912 olympic rules. They gave my medals back after I died and I never got to see them one last time. And they were not even my real medals because they were stolen, so commemorative medals were given to my two kids, Bill And Gale.