I have just finished reading danny the champion of the world by  Roald Dahl. It is a really good book and easy to read, it has lots of plot twists and funny characters. I recommend it to any one who would like a good read.

Juneen Toe and the Three Different Warthogs

A Fairy Tale

by Olive

Once upon a time there was a bit special boy called Juneen Toe. He was on the way to see his uncle Boriss bean, when he decided to take a shortcut through Penrose Woods.

It wasn’t long before Juneen got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Fat skunk, but Fat skunk was nowhere to be found! Juneen began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Fat skunk. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.Unexpectedly, he saw a different warthog dressed in a poo brown sleeping bag disappearing into the trees.”How odd!” thought Juneen.For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed warthog. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Juneen reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from parsnip, a house made from peanut butter cupcakes, a house made from jelly on baked beans and a house made from macaron.Juneen could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.”Hello!” he called. “Is anybody there?”

Nobody replied.Juneen looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else’s chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.A cackle broke through the air, giving Juneen a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Fat skunk!

“Fat skunk!” shouted Juneen. He turned to the witch. “That’s my toy!”

The witch just shrugged.

“Give Fat skunk back!” cried Juneen.

“Not on your nelly!” said the witch.

“At least let Fat skunk out of that cage!”

Before she could reply, three different warthogs rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Juneen recognised the one in the poo brown sleeping bag that he’d seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.”Hello Big Warthog,” said the witch.”Good morning.” The warthog noticed Fat skunk. “Who is this?””That’s Fat skunk,” explained the witch.”Ooh! Fat skunk would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!” demanded the warthog.The witch shook her head. “Fat skunk is staying with me.”

“Um… Excuse me…” Juneen interrupted. “Fat skunk lives with me! And not in a cage!”Big Warthog ignored him. “Is there nothing you’ll trade?” he asked the witch.The witch thought for a moment, then said, “I do like to be entertained. I’ll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door.”Big Warthog looked at the house made from macaron and said, “No problem, I could eat an entire house made from macaron if I wanted to.””That’s nothing,” said the next warthog. “I could eat two houses.””There’s no need to show off,” said the witch. Just eat one front door and I’ll let you have Fat skunk.”Juneen watched, feeling very worried. He didn’t want the witch to give Fat skunk to Big Warthog. He didn’t think Fat skunk would like living with a different warthog, away from his house and all his other toys.The other two warthogs watched while Big Warthog put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.”I’ll eat this whole house,” said Big Warthog. “Just you watch!”Big Warthog pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from peanut butter cupcakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Warthog started to get bigger – just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of peanut butter cupcakes, he grew to the size of a large snowball – and he was every bit as round.”Erm… I don’t feel too good,” said Big Warthog.Suddenly, he started to roll. He’d grown so round that he could no longer balance!”Help!” he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.Big Warthog never finished eating the front door made from peanut butter cupcakes and Fat skunk remained trapped in the witch’s cage.Average Warthog stepped up, and approached the house made from jelly on backed beans.”I’ll eat this whole house,” said Average Warthog. “Just you watch!”Average Warthog pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from jelly on backed beans. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After a while, Average Warthog started to look a little queasy. She grew greener…

   …and greener.A woodcutter walked into the clearing. “What’s this bush doing here?” he asked.”I’m not a bush, I’m a warthog!” said Average Warthog.”It talks!” exclaimed the woodcutter. “Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I’d better take it away before somebody gets hurt.””No! Wait!” cried Average Warthog, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the warthog away under his arm.Average Warthog never finished eating the front door made from jelly on backed beans and Fat skunk remained trapped in the witch’s cage.Little Warthog stepped up, and approached the house made from macaron.”I’ll eat this whole house,” said Little Warthog. “Just you watch!”Little Warthog pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from macaron. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Warthog started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.He stopped eating macaron for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Warthog into the sky.”Aggghhhhhh!” cried Little Warthog. “I’m scared of heigh…”Little Warthog was never seen again.Little Warthog never finished eating the front door made from macaron and Fat skunk remained trapped in the witch’s cage.”That’s it,” said the witch. “I win. I get to keep Fat skunk.””Not so fast,” said Juneen. “There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from parsnip. And I haven’t had a turn yet.”I don’t have to give you a turn!” laughed the witch. “My game. My rules.”The woodcutter’s voice carried through the forest. “I think you should give him a chance. It’s only fair.””Fine,” said the witch. “But you saw what happened to the warthogs. He won’t last long.””I’ll be right back,” said Juneen.”What?” said the witch. “Where’s your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Fat skunk back.”

Juneen ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from parsnip and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.Juneen sat down on a nearby log.”You fail!” cackled the witch. “You were supposed to eat the whole door.””I haven’t finished,” explained Juneen. “I am just waiting for my food to go down.”When Juneen’s food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from parsnip. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.Eventually, after several sittings, Juneen was down to the final piece of the door made from parsnip. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Juneen had eaten the entire front door of the house made from parsnip.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. “You must have tricked me!” she said. “I don’t reward cheating!””I don’t think so!” said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. “This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Fat skunk or I will chop your broomstick in half.”The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.Juneen hurried over and grabbed Fat skunk, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Fat skunk was unharmed.Juneen thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Boriss. It was starting to get dark.When Juneen got to Boriss’s house, his uncle threw her arms around him.”I was so worried!” cried Boriss. “You are very late.”As Juneen described his day, he could tell that Boriss didn’t believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.”What’s that?” asked Boriss.Juneen unwrapped a doorknob made from peanut butter cupcakes. “Pudding!” he said

Boriss almost fell off her chair.

The End

Uniforms should not be compulsory     

I strongly believe that uniforms should not be compulsory. Let’s face it, uniforms have never been comfy and comfortable, being ourselves and able to buy uniform is key.

 

Firstly, school is always telling us to be ourselves so what’s not a better way then in our clothing. We spend 180 days in school each year, and we go to school for 13 years which means for 2340 days of our life we are in school uniform. You can usually tell what a person is like with their clothing, but with a uniform everyone just looks the same.

 

Secondly, being comfortable is mint, as it can also help with people’s learning abilities. Some people might feel insecure in school uniform and saying that would rather be in there own clothes. Wearing mufti means that you can wear clean clothes everyday and getting them dirty doesn’t matter because you don’t have to wear it the next day. Girls wearing whatever they want could make them more active because skirts and dresses are way more restrictive than shorts and pants.

 

Lastly, uniform can be very expensive and most schools have strict policies.  

On top of all the uniform you have shoes, different types of socks, hair tyes and books. Then the education part of it school fees, school trips, if you want to do some clubs and more. So if someone thinks the school is amazing and wants their child to go to it but they might not be able to afford it.

 

This is why I think uniforms should not be compulsory for all schools over new zealand!       By Olive 

How to write a comment is pretty easy but you have to remember to be nice about it. you could compliment someone, have a conversation with someone or make a connection. A compliment is like if  someone posts about their new top you could write a comment about how nice it sounds. Example: Mary posted about her new green and pink sparkly t-shirt and Helen commented “wow what an awesome top I love the sparkles”. A conversation is like when you have a talk about what someone posted. Example: George posted about tree frogs and Hannah commented asking him .” How many types of tree frogs are there.” And George commented back. ” I don’t know I will have to find that out”. A connection is like when someone might post about something that you have just read a book about or watched a movie about and you comment telling them something they may not know. But you should NEVER comment something horrible on someones post sometimes you can get reported even kicked off edublog.

By Olive 🙂

Hi my name is Olive and i’m 11. I go to OIS and I’m in room 12 the best class. I was a country kid and came from Kakanui. I have 2 best friends called Hazel and Ella and we are so lucky that we ended up in the same class. I have 3 siblings called Gracie, Amber and Archie. I also have 4 guinea pigs called Flossie, Taco, Chicago, Rosie, 2 bunny’s called Oreo and Dusty, 1 kitten called Nami and 1 dog called Leo. I am crazy about Harry Potter and am going to the Harry Potter world in September.

100 word challenge

 

It was late Friday afternoon when the phone rang. Mr Samuel answered it “GO NOW! TAKE THE GIRLS WITH YOU QUICKLY!” A voice screamed “Mr Johnson sir is that you” The butler’s voice was quiet “TO ALENS THE COLOUR WAS WRONG!” The connection cut off leaving the butler standing there shivering in silence. Two girls came bounding down the stairs. “Miss Ava the colour was wrong but we will be OK, you know what you need to do, quickly” As like on Queue the ground started opening up. Ava came back with small backpacks for all of them. “ Ready jump!”

By Olive

Sometimes on a Friday afternoon before school finished, mum would come home with paper bags full with mince, soy sauce, vegetables, sweet chili sauce and gheo sa wrappers.She would always start with the meat, throwing it into a pan adding chopped up carrots, broccoli and cabbage.

 

When we got home we would help her with the fun bit, wrapping the gheo sa. Pushing around the edges like frill on dress.First we would get the wrappers place the mixture on them and fold them up.Then mum would put them in a pan just before the sun went down, and they would sizzle like sausages on a barbecue.When they were done she would call up the hall…

“Gheo sa’s ready!” “come and get it”.