Alyssa - Description:Ice cream Sandwich

A freezing cold, rock solid sandwich filled with white foam rises my suspicion of how it would taste as it settles in my hand. Feeling like an ice cube as I rest it in between my fingers. One bite and the sensation of the foam just fill me right up. The pink covers were soft and just fell apart as soon as it touched my tongue.  I hit a hard piece of chocolate and the coldness of the foam mixed with it which gave off an exquisite taste.

Andrea- Black Piranha: Descriptive Writing

The Black Piranha

WALT: write a descriptive paragraph.

My father (Carlos Fitarez) has many interests in different animals, mammals, etc. It started when he was a little boy. He read a lot of books about animals which motivated him to find other facts about these species. During one of his, so called, journeys, a friend of his was telling my father about a different kind of fish he’d never heard of before. Carlos did his research before he left for adventure.

         

Carlos was floating through one of South America’s rivers as he was told that this is where the black piranhas were located. He grabbed out his fishing rod and put his bait on the hook and waited for a black piranha to eat the bait.

        Finally he caught one. As soon as it was in his hands, he grabbed his camera and described nearly everything about the black piranha;

The Black Piranha is a very distinctive species. They have burning red eyes with a stocky body. They’re very dark in colour and have a superb set of gnashes. Almost bulldog like in appearance. It isn’t a long type of fish. It is maneuverable which means it move incredibly quickly. It does not hunt in packs as traditionally believed, they actually hunt on their own.  Because they’re fast and have one of the sharpest teeth on earth, it makes it easy for them to hunt. Piranhas have tatty tails and fins because their cannibalistic. They are not afraid to eat their own kind. They would take big chunks out of the piranha, leaving the fish alive.

As soon as he finished recording it, he let the piranha go and then uploaded the video to youtube and got over 500k views in a week.

Ifa- Writing ; Jack's Goal

Walt: Write a descriptive text.

“Zoom!”. a ball just went in the air. Jack’s kick went through the other players. It skimmed one of the players hair and just went right through the goalkeeper's hands. It was as fast as a car speeding on a open road. The opponents were so scared, they couldn't even touch it.

Jack was celebrating his goal. Jack was hopping on one foot in a circle. He was fist pumping his hands in the air one by one. His team was rushing to him and jumping on his back. He did a backflip and ran up and down the field. He was walking like there was something in his left pocket. He screamed as loud as a lion’s roar.

The game was tied, Jack and the opposing team was  tired too. They couldn’t breathe. Jack felt like he had asthma from running and chasing the ball. Both teams felt like they were unfit. Some of the players waited for a little bit then started playing.

After three minutes Jack’s teammate stole the ball. He ran and passed it to Jack. Jack kicked it and it hit the goalkeeper’s head. The goalkeeper laughed and then suddenly he saw the ball rolling into the goal area. Jack couldn't believe it.

Another goal, another win. That was the last game of the season.

Serena - Mrs Beaver and the Birds

Mrs Fat Brown Beaver had just settled down to eat her small round nut. Mrs Fat Brown Beaver was clutching her nut between her front paws when suddenly she was surrounded by sharp beaked birds.

These birds were trying to grab her round nut but she held on to her nut more tightly. Inside herself she was very cross at the birds for trying to grab her nut. The lazy birds all four of them pecked at Mrs Beaver’s nut. There were small black and white birds who were plump with sharp pecky beaks.

Mrs Beaver kept eating her nut until it was all eaten and there was nothing for the birds to eat. So with much screech and hopping and looking they realised that there was no food for them. So they flew away.

Mrs Beaver cleaned her whiskers and settled down for a nap with no birds insight.