Blogging Task due Friday 3rd February 2017
This week we have been learning the story 'Staying Out'by Pie Corbett. Your task for this week is to write out as much of the story as you can remember. Use the story map to help you and if you cannot remember the exact words then replace them with words that still make sense.
Kev's mum eyed us both ok but know fooling around she muttered as she turred up the TVs. It's neighbors and for the next half hour total silent will
ReplyDeletebe darmed. Lugging my dads tent between us Kev and I sneked out of the back door.
By Karina
Kevs mom eyed us both. ''Okay but no fooling around'' she mutterd as she turned up the TV. It was neighbours and for the next half and hour total silence. Lugging my Dads soot case Kev and I sneaked out the front door. Later that day we have permission to stay out for 1 night outside only if it was at the end of Kevs garden.
ReplyDeleteKev's mom eyed us both "ok but no fooling around", she muttered as she turned up the TV. It was neighbours time, total silence would be demanded. Lugging my dad's tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out the back door. At long last we had permission to spend the night camping outside even if it was at the bottom of Kev's garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later we were snuggled in out sleeping bags, already the sun has dipped over the horizon. Kev switched on his torch and we stared out the house. Rooms were lit up like yellow pumpkins. Down at the bottom of the garden where we were, it was getting darker and darker like we were sinking in a deep pit. Stars came out like tiny silver studs. The moon caused an eerie light.
Kev zipped the tent flap and we chatted for a while. He had just told me a joke about a man and a dog who wore brown shoes, when we first heard it a strange scratching noise coming from outside the tent. We froze, what on earth could that be ?
Then we heard it again something or somebody was moving along the tent towards the entrance. It was making a scratching noise, there was no escape. All we could do was lie there terrified. Kev and I duck deep down in our sleeping bags. My heart thumped.
Then Kev really surprised me, cautiously Kev reached out and pulled the flap down. There was a cold air rushed into our faces Kev's torch flickered. His torch beam stabbed the darkness... It was a Hedgehog!, taking one look at us with its big black buttoned eyes, it trundled up the garden snorting like a big fat waddling hair brush.
The next morning, Kev's mom treated us with bacon and eggs, "alright were you Kevin" she asked as she spreaded butter on to our toast "no probs", Kev replied as it was plain sailing. Kev's mom took one look at us and raised an eye brow. I could see, she wasn't fooled.
Story by Shashi.
Kev's mum eyed us both. "Okay ,but no fooling around she muttered as she turned up the TV. It was Neighbours and for the next half-an-hour total silece would be demanded. Lugging my dad's tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out of the backdoor. At long last, we had permission to spend the night camping out, even if it was only at the bottom of Kev’s garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later, we were snuggled into our sleeping bags. Already the sun had dipped over the horizon and the shadows were growing longer. Kev turned on his torch and we stared out across the garden at the house. Each room was lit up with the lights glowing like yellow pumpkins. However, down at the end of the garden where we were, it was getting darker and darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit. Stars came out like tiny silver studs. The moon cast an eerie, silver light over the garden and it grew colder.
Kev zipped up the tent flap and we chatted for a while. Kev had just told me a joke about a man with a dog that wore brown shoes when we first heard it. A strange scratching noise coming from just outside the tent. We froze. What on earth could it be?
Then it came again. Something or somebody was moving along the side of the tent towards the entrance. It was making a scraping noise like somebody’s last rasping breath! There was no escape. All we could do was lie there waiting. Terrified, both of us ducked down deep into our sleeping bags and waited. My heart thumped.
Then Kev really surprised me. Cautiously, he reached out and pulled the flap down. There was a sudden rush of cold air and we stared out. His torch flickered on. Its beam stabbed the darkness, picking out the intruder like a spotlight. It was… a hedgehog! Taking one look at us with its tiny, black, button eyes, it sniffed and trundled off up the garden, snorting like a fat, waddling hairbrush!
The next morning, Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs. “Alright were you, Kevin?” she asked as she spread some butter onto our toast.“No probs,” replied Kev as if it had been plain sailing. His mum took another look at her son and raised an eyebrow. I could see that she wasn’t fooled!
By Nithilan
Armaan
ReplyDeleteKev’s mum eyed us both.’’ ok, but no fooling around’’ she muttered. As she turned up the TV. It was neighbours for the next half an hour total silence would be demanded. lugging my dads tent, kev and I sneaked of the back door. Finally, we had permission to stay out in kev’s garden.
4 hour later, snuggled in to our sleeping bag. The sun had all ready dipped under the horizon and the shadows were growing longer and longer. Kev flickered his torch and we both stared at the house. The house windows glowed yellow like halloween pumpkins. Outside we were, it was getting darker and darker like we were sinking in to a pit. The stars were shining like silver studs. The fence was casting an eerie shadow in the garden in the light of moon. The night was really cold.
Kev was chatting to me in the tent. Kev told me a joke about a man and a dog wearing brown shoes ,when we first heard it. I heard a scratching noise beside the tent. somebody or something was outside the tent. what on earth could it be.
We heard the scraping noise again. Someone or something walking towards the entrance. It was like somebody’s last rasping breath as there was no escape. All we could do is lie there waiting. we were terrified, me and Kev ducked under our sleeping bag. My heart thumped.
Kev really surprised me. He cautiously reached out and pull the flap down. We felt a sudden rush of cold air and we stared. Kev flickered his torch on. The torch light stabbed the darkness picking out the intruder like a spotlight. … it was a hedgehog ! we stared at the hedgehogs black buttoned eyes and he trundled off through Kev’s garden snorting like a fat waddling hair brush.
Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs,’’ alright were u kev” as she spread some butter onto her toast.”No probs” like we were playing sailing. we could see that she was not fooled.
Staying Out
ReplyDeleteKev’s mum eyed us both .Ok but no fooling around she muttered when she turned on the TV .It was neighbors. For the next half an hour totaI silent would be demanded .Both of us lugging my dad’s tent .Kev and I sneaked from the back door. For the next half an hour we had permission to camp in Kev’s garden .Four hours later, we snuggled in our sleeping bags when the sunset. Kev’s torch shone towards the house. Lights flicked in the house like yellow pumpkins. It was getting darker and darker like I was sinking in a deep pit. Stars shone across the garden, it was freezing. Kev told me a joke about a guy and a dog wearing brown shoes .We heard a scratching noise from outside the tent, what on earth could it be? We heard it again, someone or something was making noises! There is no escape, we only need to lie there. Our hearts thumped. Suddenly Kev wowed me, he opened the tent flap. I gust of wind swished through the tent and both of us stared outside. The torch stabbed the darkness away with light leaving the intruder in the centre of the spotlight. It was a hedgehog! The hedgehog stared at us, trundled away, over the garden, and made a snorting noise. In the morning me and Kev had breakfast and mum said “alright Kev”. No proms mum, like it was plain sailing .But she wasn’t fooled.
by kashvi
• 'Staying Out
ReplyDelete• Kev’s mum eyed us both. “OK
, but no fooling around,” she muttered, as she turned up the TV. It was Neighbours and for the next half hour total silence would be demanded. Lugging my dad’s tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out of the back door. At long last, we had permission to spend the night camping out, even if it was only at the bottom of Kev’s garden.
• Four hours later, we were snuggled into our sleeping bags. Already the sun had dipped over the horizon and the shadows were growing longer. Kev turned on his torch and we stared out across the garden at the house. Each room was lit up with the lights glowing like yellow pumpkins. However, down at the end of the garden where we were, it was getting darker and darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit. Stars came out like tiny silver studs. The moon cast an eerie, silver light over the garden and it grew colder.
• Kev zipped up the tent flap and we chatted for a while. I could just see my digital watch giving off a strange, green glow. It had luminous numbers which meant that you could sometimes see them in the dark. Kev had just told me a joke about a man with a dog that wore brown shoes when we first heard it. A strange scratching noise coming from just outside the tent. We froze. What on earth could it be?
• Then it came again. Something or somebody was moving along the side of the tent towards the entrance. It was making a scraping noise like somebody’s last rasping breath! There was no escape. All we could do was lie there waiting. Terrified, both of us ducked down deep into our sleeping bags and waited. My heart thumped. Then Kev really surprised me. Cautiously, he reached out and pulled the flap down. There was a sudden rush of cold air and we stared out. His torch flickered on. Its beam stabbed the darkness, picking out the intruder like a spotlight. It was… a hedgehog! Taking one look at us with its tiny, black, button eyes, it sniffed and trundled off up the garden, snorting like a fat, waddling hairbrush!
• The next morning, Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs. “Alright were you, Kevin?” she asked as she spread some butter onto our toast.
• “No probs,” replied Kev as if it had been plain sailing. His mum took another look at her son and raised an eyebrow. I could see that she wasn’t fooled!
Kev’s mum eyed us both. “Ok, but no fooling around,” she muttered, as she turned up the TV. It was Neighbors and for the next half hour total silence would be demanded. Lugging my dad’s tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out of the back door. At long last, we had permission to spend the night camping out, even if it was only at the bottom of Kev’s garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later, we were snuggled into our sleeping bags. Already the sun had dipped over the horizon and the shadows were growing longer. Kev turned on his torch and we stared out across the garden at the house. Each room was lit up with the lights glowing like yellow pumpkins. However, down at the end of the garden where we were, it was getting darker and darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit. Stars came out like tiny silver studs. The moon cast an eerie, silver light over the garden and it grew colder.
Kev zipped up the tent flap and we chatted for a while. I could just see my digital watch giving off a strange, green glow. It had luminous numbers which meant that you could sometimes see them in the dark. Kev had just told me a joke about a man with a dog that wore brown shoes when we first heard it. A strange scratching noise coming from just outside the tent. We froze. What on earth could it be?
Then it came again. Something or somebody was moving along the side of the tent towards the entrance. It was making a scraping noise like somebody’s last rasping breath! There was no escape. All we could do was lie there waiting. Terrified, both of us ducked down deep into our sleeping bags and waited. My heart thumped.Then Kev really surprised me. Cautiously, he reached out and pulled the flap down. There was a sudden rush of cold air and we stared out. His torch flickered on. Its beam stabbed the darkness, picking out the intruder like a spotlight. It was… a hedgehog! Taking one look at us with its tiny, black, button eyes, it sniffed and trundled off up the garden, snorting like a fat, waddling hairbrush!
The next morning, Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs. “Alright were you, Kevin?” she asked as she spread some butter onto our toast.
“No probs,” replied Kev as if it had been plain sailing. His mum took another look at her son and raised an eyebrow. I could see that she wasn’t fooled!
kev's mum eyed us both."Okay but no fooling around she muttered as she turned up the TV.It was neighbours and for the next half an hour total silence would be demanded.Lugging my dad's tent kev and I sneaked out the back door. At long last we had permission to spend the night camping out eve if it was at the bottom of kev's garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later we were snuggled into our sleeping bag's and the sun had dipped over the horizon and the shadow's were growing longer. Kev flicked on his torch staring at his house. Room's were lit up like yellow pumkin's.
Kevs mum eyed us both ok but know fooling around she muttered as she turened the tv on kev and i were lugging kev and i sneaked into the back door 4 hours later we were snuggled up into our sleeping bag we had promision to speend the night at kevs garden then they hered a strange scratching noise what on earth could it be we heard it again there was no ascape my heart thumped kev was terefighd whe then kev realy suprised my it was a hedchog.
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Kev's Mom eyed us both . "Okay but no fooling around" she muttered as she turned on the TV.It was neighbours and for the next half an hour total silemce would be demanded.Lagging my Dad's tent between us Kev and I sneaked out of the back door.At long last we had permission to spend the night camping in Kev's garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later , we were snuggled in our sleeping bags.The sun dipped into the horizon and the shadows grew longer.Kev flickered his torch into the house.Each room was lit up like pumpkins.As the time passed by it was getting darker and darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit.Stars came out like tiny silver studs and the moon cast an airy silver light across the garden.
Kev zipped up the tent and we chated for a while . Kev told me a joke about a man and a dog wearing brown shoes when we first heard it.There was a strange scratching noise coming out of the tent.What on earth it could be.
Then we heard it again something or somebody was moving to the entrace of the tent.The scratching noise grew louder and louder .There was no escape . We froze staying still in our sleeping bags silently. We were terrified. My heart thumped.
But Kev really surprised me. Cautiously he pulled the tent flap down . A blow of cold air rushed in the tent.The torch flickered to pick out the intruder like a spot light. It was a hedgehog looking with its black button eyes, he trundled out of the garden snorting.
In the morning Mom made us bacon and eggs."Alright were you Kev" she said as she spread some butter on the toast. "No probs" replied Kev as if it was plain sailing.His Mom took a high eye brow. She was not fooled.
Kevs mum eyed us both. " Ok but no fooling around." She muttered while turning up the TV. It was neighbors and for the next half hour total silence would be demanded. Lugging my Dads tent between us Kev and I sneaked out the back door.
ReplyDeleteStaying Out
ReplyDeleteBy Pie Corbett
Retold by Tom Smith
Kev’s mum eyed us both. “OK but no fooling around” she said. It was Neighbours and for the next half hour, total silence would be demanded. Lugging Dad’s tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out of the back door. Sometime later, we put up the tent in the back of Kev’s garden.
Four hours later, we were snuggled up in our sleeping bags as it started to get dark. The lights from the house shone like yellow pumpkins. It was getting darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit.
Starts came out like tiny silver studs. It was getting colder. Kev just told me a joke about a man and a dog that wore brown shoes when we first heard it. Something was climbing up the side of the tent and scratching on it. ‘What on earth could it be?”
We heard sounds and more scraping. We could hear breathing and it felt like there was no escape. We were terrified. We huddled closer together and went deeper into our sleeping bags. Kev decided to be brave and cautiously unzipped the tent. He reached outside and his torch flickered as it went on. The light stabbed he darkness then we found out that it was just a little hedgehog. He looked at us with his tine black button eyes and walked like a fat waddling hairbrush.
The next morning, Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs. “Were you alright, Kev?” asked his mum as she spread the butter onto the toast. “No probs” he said “We were not frightened of anything”.
Kev's mum eyed us both. ''Ok but now fooling around,'' she mutterd as she turned up the TV. It was nighbours for the next half an our total silence would be demarnded. Lugging my dad`s tent between us Kev and I sneaked out the back door. For the next half an hour I agreed to camp even if it was at the bottom of Kev`s garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later we were snuggled into our sleeping bags. The sun was over the horizon and the shadows were growing longer. Kev put on his torch and we were looking over the garden at the house. All the rooms were glowing like yellow pumpkins. However at the bottom of the garden it was getting darker and darker like we were sinking into a deep pit. Stars were coming out like tiny silver studs. The moon was glowing at the garden and it was getting colder and colder.
Kev ziped up the tent and chatted for a while. Kev just told me a funny joke about a man and a dog who were wearing brown shoes when we first heard it. Suddenly we heard a scratching noise is coming from just outside the tent. We froze. What on earth could it be?
Then we hearded again. Someone or something was going to the entrance of the tent. That someone or something was making a scraping noise like someone`s last rasping breath! There was no escape. All we could do is just lie there. We were terrified, we were hidden in our sleepy bags and we waited. My heart thumped.
Kev realy suprised me. Cautiously he reached out and put the zip down. A rucsh of cole air came in. His torch flickered as it`s stabed the darkness. It`s spotted the intruder like a spot light... it was a headchog! It stered at us with his tiny little black eyes. He trundled as he went up the garden. He was snorting like a fat woddeling hairbrush.
Kev`s mum baked an eggs. ''Alright Kev'' she said as she spread butter on our toasts. ''No probs'' replyed Kev as they were playing saling.Kev's mum lifted an eyebrow.
Emily staying Out
ReplyDeleteKev’s mum eyed us both. “Okay but no fooling around” she muttered as she turned up the TV. It was Neighbours and for the next hour, total silence would be demanded. Lugging my Dads tent between us Kev and I sneaked out of the back door. At long last we had permission to stay camping out even if it was only at the bottom of Kev’s garden.
Four hours later, we were snuggled up into our sleeping bag. Already the sun had dipped over the horizon and shadows were growing longer. Kev turned on his torch and we stared out across the garden at the house. Each room was lit up like bright yellow pumpkins. However, down at the end where we were it was getting darker and darker like if we were sinking into a deep pit. Stars came out like tiny silver studs. The moon cast an eerie, silver light over the garden and it grew colder.
Kev closed the tent flap and we chatted for a while. Kev had just told me a hilarious joke about a dog and a man wearing black shoes when we first heard it. A strange scratching noise was coming from outside the tent. We froze. What could it be?
Then we heard it again. Something or somebody was moving along the side of the tent to the entrance. It was making a scraping noise like somebody’s last rasping breath! There was no escape at all. All we could do was lie there waiting. Terrified, both of us ducked down deep into our sleeping bags and waited. My heart thumped.
Then Kev really surprised me. He pulled the flap down and flickered on his torch. The light stabbed the darkness and revealed the intruder. It was a … hedgehog! Taking a look at us with its tiny, black button eyes and waddled off like a fat, waddling hairbrush.
The next morning Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and egg. “Alright were you Kevin?” spreading some butter on our toast. “No problem” he replied as if it was plain sailing. Kev’s mum took one look at her son. He could tell his mum wasn’t fooled
I am so impressed with how much of the story you have learnt.
ReplyDeletePlease remember to leave a complete line space for a new paragraph. We have read and compared our blog entries to the real text in class. Well done, Mr Goddard.
Kev's mum eyed us both. "Okay ,but no fooling around she muttered as she turned up the TV. It was Neighbours and for the next half-an-hour total silece would be demanded. Lugging my dad's tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out of the backdoor. At long last, we had permission to spend the night camping out, even if it was only at the bottom of Kev’s garden.
ReplyDeleteFour hours later,we were snuggled deep into our sleeping bags.The sun had already dipped over the horizon and the shadows grew longer. Kev turned and stared out across the at the house.Each room was lit up with lights glowing like yellow pumpkins.However,down at the where we were it was darker and darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit.Stars came out like tiny silver studs.The moon cast an eerie,silver light across the garden and it grew colder.
Kev zipped up the tent flap and we chatted for a while. Kev had just told me a joke about a man with a dog that wore brown shoes when we first heard it. A strange scratching noise coming from just outside the tent. We froze. What on earth could it be?
Then we heard it again.Something or somebody was moving along the side of the tent towards the entrance. It was making a scraping noise like somebody’s last rasping breath! There was no escape. All we could do was lie there waiting. Terrified, both of us ducked down deep into our sleeping bags and waited. My heart thumped.
Then Kev really surprised me. Cautiously, he reached out and pulled the flap down. There was a sudden rush of cold air and we stared out. His torch flickered on. Its beam stabbed the darkness, picking out the intruder like a spotlight. It was… a hedgehog! Taking one look at us with its tiny, black, button eyes, it sniffed and trundled off up the garden, snorting like a fat, waddling hairbrush!
The next morning, Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs. “Alright were you, Kevin?” she asked as she spread some butter onto our toast.“No probs,” replied Kev as if it had been plain sailing. His mum took another look at her son and raised an eyebrow. I could see that she wasn’t fooled!
BY ADNAN!!
Mina
ReplyDeleteKev’s mum eyed us both. “Ok, but no fooling around,” she muttered, as she switched on the TV. It was Neighbours and for the next half an hour total silence would be demanded. Lugging my dad’s tent between us, Kev and I sneaked out of the back door. At long last, we had permission to spend the night camping out, even if it was only at the bottom of Kev’s garden.
Four hours later, we were snuggled into our sleeping bags. Already the sun had dipped over the horizon and the shadows were growing longer. Kev turned on his torch and we stared out across the garden at the house. Each room was lit up with the lights glowing like yellow pumpkins. However, down at the end of the garden where we were, it was getting darker and darker as if we were sinking into a deep pit. Stars came out like tiny silver studs and the moon cast an eerie silver light over the garden and it grew colder.
Kev zipped up the tent flap and we chatted for a while. He had just told me a joke about a man with a dog that wore brown shoes when we first heard it. . A strange scratching noise was coming from just outside the tent. We froze. What on earth could it be?
Then we heard it again. Something or somebody was moving along the side of the tent towards the entrance. It was making a scraping noise like somebody’s last rasping breath! There was no escape. All we could do was lie there waiting. Terrified, both of us ducked down deep into our sleeping bags and waited. My heart thumped.
Cautiously, Kev reached out and pulled the flap down. There was a sudden rush of cold air came in the tent and we stared out. His torch flickered on. Its beam stabbed the darkness, picking out the intruder like a spotlight and it was a… hedgehog! Taking one look at us with its tiny, black, button eyes it sniffed the air like a fat waddling hair brush! The next morning, Kev’s mum treated us to bacon and eggs. “Alright were you, Kevin?” she asked as she spread some butter onto our toast. ‘’No probs,” replied Kev as if it had been plain sailing. His mum took another look at her son and raised an eyebrow. He could see she wasn’t fooled!