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Story title: Egypt

Puplished by Sheena Coupe

This book tells you all you need to knowabout Egypt's history. The good times the bad time and all of the inbetween. This book is good for primary school students because it has alot of well detailed pictures some are even 3D! Other features are a map a timeline and a cross section look over a pyramid. It is good for boys because it tells you all about wars and disgusting rituals like how to make a dead corpse into a mummy, how is that disgusting you ask, well they cut open the body and take out all the organs then they get a hook and scoop the brain out of the body's nose. This book also has girl topsic and also about thier gods.

Year 6 seems just like year five. The work is just as hard the day time table is the same the only noticable difference is the class layout. It's been a good year so far we've had a class conference to sort out the bad behaviour, the class has really changed. I'm waiting for my ICAS exam results to come in, I have my english / reading examination tomorrow. I aim for a distinction or higher. I will tell you my score when I get it.

The moon is a corpse in a wooden coffin.
Night is a robber meandering his way into a house.
The storm stomps along the ground leaving a trail of destuction.
The sea kicks the cliff slowly grinding the rocks away.
Summer is a ginger cat that brings us happieness and joy.
Clouds are fluffy sheep that slowly drift through the air.
Lightning punchs the ground making giant craters.

A child is like a flower. They care and nurture for each other just like flowers.

Flowers are like humans. If it gets bitterly cold flowers don’t just wither and die, they persevere to survive through all obstacles like humans.

Flowers are like humans. Flowers are responsible for producing and letting go of seeds so their species doesn't die out, likewise humans produce babies so the human race doesn’t become extinct.

Flowers are honest because they open up and reveal themselves to the world without fear.

Flowers stick in clusters showing respect to one another within their colony.

Butter flies were whizzing around in my stomach like F1 racing cars. All of a sudden the curtains slowly drifted open the audience was as silent as a cave in winter. The smoke gradually started to pump out. Suddenly our music started.
I was in a year 5 and 3 production, it was about 8’oclock at night the sky was as dark as space. On the data show was a spooky graveyard. I was dressed as a bat in a dull black costume I moved swiftly onto stage and started twisting and turning. I put my best foot forward and tried as hard as possible in our dance, suddenly I heard the bells and made my way to the freaky zombies.
When I slowly weaved off I thought we had only been dancing for a few seconds! I was so over joyed that I never had to do that humiliating dance again. When everyone in our class finished dancing the exciting song you’ll be in my heart started. Oh, sorry I meant unexciting. When the dull song was finally over I saw the last 2 dances. I was so bored I decided to scratch the paint off my arms. All of a sudden I heard ear piercing screams and claps I thought huh? I looked around it (the production) was over!
When I was changed out of my costume that made me feel like a fish out of water and going home were a nice bed was waiting I was thinking I have to get the annoying paint off my arms. My mum said enthusiastically “That was an awesome performance.” “Yeah I enjoyed it.” I lied.
By Andrew

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I ran up the stairs with my harness on to get to the flying fox. It was hard because it has been raining heavily and it was covered with mud. When I got to the top the people up working on the flying fox hooked me on to the wire and made sure it was secure. I walked up two more stairs and then they opened a gate in front of me then they pushed me and I went zooming down the wire at the speed of a cheetah chasing its food. Then I hit the tires at the end of the wire I slowly came backwards onto a portable ramp they unhooked me and I ran back to give someone else a turn.

The bush was freezing like Antarctica, just with trees. The ground was soggy like wet tissues lying everywhere, towering over animals like skyscrapers blocking out the sun. Fresh air was everywhere, not even a little bit of pollution. Exquisite birds flew around like every bird in the world was here. There was a waterfall that led to a river. The water was stentorious as it smashed against the rocks. The water was crystal clear with no ripples. Then splashing through the water came two friends. ‘Is it still after us’ said Gumbo.
Gumbo was a brown skinned Papua New Guinea with black hair like tar. He was good at fighting pigs, killing and trapping birds. ‘I think it’s stopped’ said Frank. Frank looked a bit like Gumbo, just he was smaller. He was also a Papua New Guinean. But Frank was no good at hunting or anything Gumbo was good at. However he was good at navigation, finding things and survival skills.
Suddenly Gumbo started running after a pig. Then he slipped and went sliding down ninety miles per hour. Crash! Gumbo smashed into a tree. Frank came down after him but he didn’t get hurt. Frank picked up Gumbo and started struggling to walk up but it was to slippery. Frank tried to make Gumbo stand up but Gumbo’s leg slipped forward. ‘Your leg was broken’ said Frank. ‘How do I get that wild pig, I’m going to die down here, I am going to think how to get out’ said Frank. Then Gumbo saw a pig. He picked up his spear, then dropped it. He had got wounded and terrible blood was flowing all over the ground. Frank put some leaves on the wound. Then Frank said ‘Gumbo, I’m going to get help.’ He climbed up to the track, didn’t slip because he was half as light as Gumbo. After what seemed to be ages Gumbo was thinking. ‘What if I catch that pig I could hold onto it and get back up.’ ‘Oh no, I couldn’t, I’d just keep hurting myself.’
Then slipping down the cliff came heaps of people and at the front of them was Frank! They helped Gumbo up. Back at the village you could smell fresh roasting pig. The village celbrated. No-one got any sleep because they were so happy.

One day Hatuputu and his brothers went into the bush to hunt. They were all good hunters and liked hunting. After setting up camp Hatuputu’s brothers went to get there dinner. Hatuputu’s brothers had a delicious feed while Hatuputu only got leftovers. This carried on for many weeks and finally Hatuputu wanted to get better food. While his brothers were away he made a very cunning plan. He walked up and down several times to make it look like people had run up like angry cheetahs. Then then he stabbed and bruised himself to make it look like he was savaged by lions. Then he ate lots of food from their storage. He lay down beside the storehouse. When his brothers returned they thought they had been raided. They washed and healed his wounds but still gave him the dirty leftovers. This carried on for many days until his brothers got suspicious. They came back early and caught him eating their food. They got so angry they killed him and buried him under some feathers. When they returned to Mokoia Island in Lake Rotorua their parents asked them “Where is your brother?” Haptupatu’s brothers said “We don’t know, we were hunting. He saw a bird and ran after it and he didn’t return.” Hatupatu’s parents said “We hope you didn’t kill him” “Of course not” said his brothers. Hatupatu’s parent knew they had killed him. After a few months a spirit was sent to retrieve Hatuputu. It did a special dance that bought Hatupatu back to life. When he went out to hunt he saw a bird and stabbed it in the lip. “Ouch!” screamed the bird woman. “Who are you?” said Hatupatu. “I’m the bird woman” said the bird woman. The bird woman made Hatupatu live with her and eat raw meat. “This is worse than leftovers” thought Hatupatu. After a few months Hatupatu planned his escape . He told the bird woman “you should go to the mountains where the hunting is good.” When he was sure she had gone he killed all her pets except for a little bird which flew away shouting ‘Hatupatu has escaped!” As soon as the bird woman heard the little bird she speed back to her place quick as a hawk. When she saw her house she kept repeating “I will catch you Hatupatu!” She chased him for many hours. She almost caught him but he hid behind some rocks. Then down by a hot pool of bubbling mud Hatupatu jumped over it but the bird woman fell in and died. When Hatupatu returned to Mokoia Island in the Lake Rotorua there was a celebration.

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