My Narrative writing

30th 30/8/18


THE HERO BOY





The kind hero boy lived at the town called The Mysterious with his friend at the rusty old house.The hero oy has strong big abbs he is tall like a enormous dinosaur.Problem-It was a sunny day and the hero boy flew to the shop because he needed some chocolate bar.As he came down he saw some robbers stealing money from the shop man the shop man was working at the warehouse.Solution-The hero boy was angry he he ran so fast like flash he saw the then he got them he puts them in jail.Conclusion-The hero boy enjoyed he yummy chocolate bar then he fell asleep on his bed.

Impossible Bridge

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Snow Folder day By Tutoe.

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Answer the questions below








Have you ever had a snow day before? How long ago?


I have not had an a snow day before.



2) What was the snow day like/What do you think a snow day would be like?


It was like every where was snow and dry snow and ice.




3) Did you have work to do on this day?


Only my dad had to go to work not us on the snow days.






Write how you feel about snow-folder days below


(At least 2 sentences)





I feel like i was playing with my brothers and my sisters and my babies and my mom and my dad at the big snow.






What might someone say to the question above if they had the opposite opinion to you?
(At least 2 sentences)





I feel like I was playing with the snow with my dad or with my Mum and my brothers or with my neighbors or my cousin.


I feel like I was playing with the snow with my teachers it school and throwing snowballs around and having fun

My poem story.

Miss McCormick

She looks so pretty and so awsome and kind.

Her eyes are sparkly like the sun.

She smells like roses flower.

She moves like a lightning boal.

Her touch feel like soft marshmallow voice.

Her basket is full of aroha and happiness.

Her voice sound like a pretty Miss McCormick and she says kind things to other people.

My simile and my metorfor