My cat

By Julia Donaldson

I'm going to write a poem.
I find a pot of ink.
I find a pen. I find a pad.
I scratch my head and think.

I try to write a poem about my
mum and dad.

But then the cat jumps on the desk and sits upon my pad.

I try to write a poem about the
sea and sand.

but then the cat jumps up and knocks the pen out of my hand.

I try to write a poem about a
bright red rose.

But then the cat jumps up again and licks me on the nose.

I know! I'll write a poem about a
humpback whale.

This time the cat jumps up and knocks the ink off with his tail.

That silly cat keeps bugging me!
I pick him up and say,

"if you won't let me write my poem,
then I won't let you stay."

The cat sits on the window sill.
He looks so cold and sad.

I try to write my poem
but I can't help feeling bad.

I suck my pen. I scratch my head.
I think of this and that.

Then suddenly I've got it !
"I'll write about......"

"MY CAT !"


question to ponder:

why did the girl find it difficult to write a poem?

:)

Melting snow

''It's snowing. let's make a snowman!"
everyone came out to make a snowman.

''I want to make the head." said Tom.

"I want to make the body," said Joe.

Everyone helped to make the snowman.It got bigger and bigger.

The sun came out and the snow began to melt.

Our snowman got smaller and smaller.

The rain came down and more snow melted.

Our snowman got smaller and smaller.

Our snowman melted away.Everyone was sad.

Mum made some new snowmen. They were smaller than our snowman.

Everyone got a little snowman. They all melted away!

difficult word

once
lovely
did not
Here
very

The Singing Bird

Story by Monica Hughes and Lucy Truman

There was once a little bird.
She sang a lot. everyone
was happy.

The king saw the little bird.

He said, "Come and live
in this lovely cage."

"Sing little bird!" said the king.
The little bird did not sing.
She was too sad.

Then the king said, "Here is
some food for you.

"Now, sing little bird, sing."

But the little bird did not sing.
She was very sad. Now the king
was very sad, too.

Then the king let the bird out.
"Go little bird, go!" he said.

She went up and up and up.

Then the little bird was happy.
She sang and sang and
everyone was happy

The king was very happy, too.

difficult word

Otter
there
looks
you
he
rolled
best

A house for Hedgehog

A house for Hedgehog story by Damian Harvey

"I need a new house," said
Hedgehog. "My house is
too cold.

So Hedgehog went to look for
a new house.
"I like your house,Otter,"
said Hedgehog."But it is
much too wet."

Hedgehog went to Rabbit's house.

"i like your house , Rabbit,"
said Hedgehog . "But there is
no room for me."

Come in!

Then Hedgehog went to
Squirrel's house.
"Your house looks warm,"
said Hedgehog.
"But I cannot live in a tree."

Come in!

Hedgehog went to Mole's house next.
But Mole's house was much too dark.

"I cannot see in the dark like
you," said Hedgehog.

so Hedgehog went back to
his own house. On the way,

he slipped

Hedgehog rolled
androlled. He got
covered in leaves

"I like my house best," said
Hedgehog

difficult word

saw

came

grandma

cushion

curtains

sofa

head

Grandma's Glasses

Grandma Lost her glasses

She Looked under the
tadle and she saw her
pen. that's my pen

grandpa came to help.
He looked in the drawer and
he found his book.
that's my book.

Harry looked too. He saw his
comic on the table.
that's funny.

Megan looked under the cushion.
She saw her teddy.
Hello teddy.

Then mum came to help.
She looked behind the curtains. She
found Megan's shoe.
It's your lost shoe!

Scrap came to help , too.
he looked under the sofa and
he saw his bone.
Crunch!
Crunch!

Everyone looked and looked.
They saw lots of things, but...
no glasses.

Then Harry said, "I can see Grandma's glasses.
They are on her head!"

Look!