The Three Little Pigs Go Down

This is Harrison Bond reporting live for Guardian news here in New York City on the corners of 21st and 4th streets with Breaking News - The Three Little Pigs were arrested in sham. It  turns out that after years of us all believing that the big bad wolf the evil one -  this was so not the case​  as earlier today police raided the brick house of the three little pigs and arrested them for fraud and murder of the Wolf​.    

The three little pigs have confessed to conspiring to committing insurance fraud, framing the wolf in an attempt to cover their tracks.  Their motive was financial as they struggled to keep up with their mortgage payments.

What will happen now to the three little pigs - keep posted as more information come to us to report.

blood is the transport system in your body you need it to keep moving and keep you functioning - your body has about four litre of blood (that's just like 2x 2litre bottles of milk) so we need to becare with our blood as we only have enough just for ourselves.

The red cells in our blood are to carry oxygen and the white cells are to help us fight infections.  The cell parts are called platelets - my Dad has a rare blood function and he does not have that many platelets so it means that if they get to low and he cuts himself it is hard for him to stop bleeding - cause platelets help to stop bleeding and clot

lighting writing

Once there was a man he live on a mountain in a very small but when you went inside it was huge. Every day he walk to the bottom of the mountain and back up again it was but one day it was pouring down rain so the little old did not walk to the bottom of the mountain and back up again so on that he stayed inside. The next day the man did not walk down the mountain and back up again he he forgot and the next day he the man did not walk down the mountain and back up again.

short story

I was set there and I heard a whisper I said to myself “I thought I was the only one in the house”. So I stood up and started walking around. I looked upstairs in the family room  in my room in all of the rooms I looked in found nothing so I want back to homework and then I heard a whisper So I stood up and started walking around. I looked upstairs in the family room  in my room in all of the rooms I looked in found nothing so then I want out and want to my nabrs and and told him the story so we want back to my house and we heard a whisper it “come play with me”

so we looked upstairs in the family room  in my room in all of the rooms I looked in found nothing but we do not like in my little brothers room so we want and looked in there and all this time it was my little brothers saying “come play with me”

                              the end

A J Hackett has changed the world by inventing Bungy Jumping and bringing this extreme sport to the world.  He has given tourists to New Zealand and other parts of the world the opportunity to take part in the ultimate adrenalin rush.  

A J Hackett was born in Auckland in 1958 and loved all sports especially skiing.  He was a member of the New Zealand Speed Skiing Team.  It was while he was in Paris skiing that he decided to bungy jump off the Eiffel Tower.  This got him worldwide attention and he returned to New Zealand to open the world’s first commercial bungy operation in Queenstown.

He has brought New Zealand to the attention of all extreme sports people worldwide as a place for them to visit and experience all the amazing outdoor pursuits that New Zealand has to offer.  This has been beneficial to New Zealand’s tourism industry as a whole.

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Week 3
This week we have been in the bush so we can write a poem on it.

Week 4
This week we have been working on recycle in read

The Little wee Shed

The Little wee Shed

There once was a little wee Shed that sat on the edge of the forest surrounded by a field of wild flowers.  This shed was owned by a man called Mr Wednesday he used this shed for a place that inspired him to write stories for kids just me.  Some of the stories were scary. This was because when he wrote at night the wind blew all around which made him scared.  On cold and rainy days he would light a fire with the wood he had chopped and stacked outside of the shed.  He even had a rock and this was his thinking rock called ‘Stacey’ and some days he would climb the steps and sit on his porch drinking hot chocolate.  Other days, he would fall asleep inside the shed listening to the rain on the old tin roof.

From Harrison Bond