Book Week

                              Stu Duval

On Tuesday on the 7th of October Stu Duval set up a workshop in the hall at school.Stu Duval set up two workshops one on writing and one on cartoon drawing.I attended the writing and cartoon drawing.At the writing workshop, Stu Duval talked to us about ideas.
"Ideas are like sparrows, they are so common you don't see                                them until you open your eyes."
Stu also talked about character names, character are probably the hardest thing in writing ever for me.So Stu Duval told us to write the first thing at comes to your mind after I said something random.So of the creative names like flower Hanning or Serval purple.

In the cartoon drawing workshop, we drew ugly, evil scientists, cats, sharks, fat dinosaurs using numbers and letters.At the end of the drawing workshop, Stu Duval signed drawing or sketch books, but I got two signatures on my dinosaur drawing and my writing book.

Ice-Cream

                              Ice-cream

One choice, two irrestisble treats.Ice-cream so smooth and taste bud carving.Lollies come in extravaget flavours,colours and sizes. Icecream is essential to one's diet. Lollies are sugary and artifical and full of disgusting secret ingredients.We buy one each an ice cream and lollies.

Even though siblings stick to their choice, it always dosn't happen.

Hands reach out to claw the  precious treats from my clasp.Screaming enamel scraps my nerves.A plover screames over head.It hits.The battle is in full swing.Birds chant.Parents watch silently holding in the giggles.Hands hit again.In a matter of seconds the word turned up side down. The ice cream melted onto the abuent grass.Cries erupted from the heap on top of me.The fight was over.We both lost

camp

Camp!Horse riding rotation 1/11/17

Nervously standing on the vermilion mounting block, the dark chestnut gelding stood still waiting to bear the weight about to be plunged on his back. Everything was ant-sized, the sun made everything unbearable to touch.

The moment the lead rope sagged to the ground, Boston trotted off, oblivious the sharp tugs the rider gave him.Trotting off with no care in the world, he followed the scent of sweet hay all the way to the bucket.But somthing unexepted happened, Boston lunged forward to the bucket.Terrifed the great beast will would buck me off, I restrained him with a amighty tug and kick and we set off to the arena.

The arena is a huge building with rough bark littering the floor. bright blue barrels stood dutifully at each corner.Boston took each corner with delight and achievement.