Lion class were inspired by the strange events at The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.

The sections below were written by: Alex, Jonathon, Emilia, Ruth, Annabelle.

"Covered with delightful food, Alice knew the natural birch table was nothing short of lavish. A checkered white tablecloth concealed the table beneath, obscuring any stains that may have made the table look bad. Perfectly designed crockery was placed on it. 

On trays, were chocolate bars filled with orange flavoured caramel, lemon cakes with layers of chocolate, vanilla and raspberry ice cream and a strawberry flan with lots of sugar on top. On one large stand were sandwiches of many different flavours that you could think of. Alice, who was faint from only eating breakfast, noticed her most favourite- potato and cheese and started to salivate".

-Alex

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"Tea is ready" the Mad Hatter shouted. At this, he hopped off his rickety chair and snatched the tea pot which had melted chocolate in it. Steam bellowed out from the sprout, creating circles which levitated through the air. The lovely smell attracted Alice in. She sat down near the Mad Hatter and wondered to herself what harm it would do?".

-Jonathan

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"Then Alice sat down and enquired, "Hello there, may I join you"? "No room!" boomed the Mad Hatter whilst he quickly stood from his chair. "I'm sorry but... it's his rules, muttered the March Hare as he stepped over Alice. "Could I at least have something to eat and drink please?" questioned Alice as she slowly sat back down. The dormouse peeped out of the teapot. "Woo, now we have a guest!" boomed the Martch Hare as he jumped up and down enthusiastically."

-Emilia

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Feeling quite uncomfortable, Alice selected a nutella sandwich, and slowly nibbled. At this moment, she stared at everyone else on the table while continuing to nibble. The mad Hatter was an abnormal character indeed, with usual habits. His hair was pitch black and curly while his hat was sitting there looking strange. He had a very weird appearance. The Mad Hatter's voice was different. It was strong and quite deep. On his jacket he had multicoloured pockets (with cake inside them) and star-shaped buttons which were blue like the sky. 

-Ruth

 

Tall as it towered over everyone, his curly, knotted hair was a bright Scarlett red colour, and it was popping out of his hat over all while he wore his ridiculous colours he looked like a fully grown adult dressed like a child. His voice had quite a squeaky pitch that contrasted as he spoke, it went from high to low. On his jacket he has several purple and yellow pockets which were filled to the brim with star-shaped broaches increased with multi coloured jewells (fit for royalty) and beneath it was a shirt that must of been white but now it was just a murky mess

Alice was completely unaware that she had been gaping at him uncontrollably, until.... "Oh my goodness girl, would you stop looking at me"! He exclaimed impolitely. Alice whispered while looking down. "Oh I'm so sorry but all of this is so new to me"! 

What a weird day Alice had!

-Annabelle

Non-chronological Report Writing by Lion Class

Lion class had great fun creating their own creatures developed by combining two animals. 

After identifying the features of non-chronological reports, they created their own reports. These included information about the creatures' appearance, habitat, diet, and behaviours.

I am not sure if I would like to meet some of the creatures the children wrote about.  

Hiba:

                                       

Jerry:

Rose:

Eliza:

After our fantastic visit to The Lighthouse Theatre to see The Wizard of Oz, the children wrote reviews of the pantomime. 

They are certainly 5-star reviews.  

Agata:

                 

                                 

Faith:

          

                                                            

Lion class enjoyed reading the opening chapter of a thrilling novel called The Wild Boy.  The children experimented with figurative language, in particular personification, to create an atmosphere. We hope you enjoy reading the extracts.  Below are some descriptions written by pupils in my class:

Phoebe:

It was that snowy evening, the evening the stranger came. The sky was the colour of mud. The monstrous snow crept over the lake and froze it, curled over rooftops and hugged the floors and the city like a snow globe. Doors were chained up. School windows were slammed, even cats and rats in the alley froze in fright. The snow covered everything- but not the stranger, not her. 

Miles:

It was that silent morning, the morning the ringmaster came. The chilly, thick mist consumed everything, including the ringmaster; everywhere he went the silence followed. On every house, on every window, the snow crept in. The gates on the houses were bolted shut to keep him out. The windows were boarded. The door was slammed shut. The street lamps were broken because of him. He walked through the empty streets with no fear. Knocking on the brown door of the orphanage. There was no reply. He knocked again, no reply. He did this several times and then…

A thunk and a clink and the hatch on the door opened with a creak. The narrow bloodshot eyes glared around the ringmaster. "What do you want?" the mysterious man groaned.  "I'm here for the boy." "What boy? There are hundreds of boys here!" "Oh, the boy, come in".

Karolina:

It was the evening, the evening the stranger turned up. The rain was heavy and was knocking down bins. The owl flew past the windows, broken cars and ate leftover food from the ground. The rain was aggressively jumping in puddles, flooding the city while running down hills. The doors slammed and gates were chained. The rain took down everything- but not the stranger.