Once upon a time there was a little girl called Little Red Riding Hood. Her grandmother was very ill and her mother asked Little Red Riding Hood to take some tarts to grans cottage in the woods. Little Red Riding Hood got her things ready, she was walking along the path then the big bad wolf saw in her basket. Jam tarts yum jam tarts you must be going to grandma's oh no the tarts have made me hungry. As she got to grans cottage and the big bad wolf had ran around the back to get into the cottage so Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t see. The big bad wolf gobbled granny up and changed into her nightgown and jumped in to her bed. Little Red arrived and open the door and asked why do you have such big ears “ All the better to hear you with” what big eyes you have “ All the better to see you with” But grandma what big teeth you have “ All the better to at you with”. She screamed very loudly, her dad heard her scream and came running in and shot the big bad wolf her dad saved Little Red Riding Hood so they all had lunch and lived happily ever after. The end
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
All about me
Hi my name is Jacob.
I am 9 years old and my teacher is Miss Paton
This is my first time in room 5
In my spare time I like to play on my netbook
My favourite foods are chips, butter chicken and Mcdonald's
My favourite movie is The Avengers
Over the holidays I went to the movies
I have no brothers or sisters, I am an only child
My favourite colour is gold
By Jacob
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
what I know about war
I have learnt about war and what happened in the past wars.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Jacob : My Netbook Reflection.
My name is Jacob and I am a 5 and I go to Panmure Bridge school
The things I like about my netbook are, you can play games sometimes when you finish your work. I like typing instead of writing. I like drawing with the mouse.
Sometime my mouse does not work, and sometimes my keyboard does not work.
I like using my netbook to do research.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
Acrostic poem
by Jacob
Shooting is a mad olympic sport.
Heaps of people play shooting.
olympic sports like this is weird.
Old and young people can play.
This game is crazy.
In countries people like this game.
No one gives up.
Games like this are dangerous.
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