Next week Friday the sports day is happening so get training and bring money to buy a treat afterwards! Don't forget to wear your special house colours too: Go Protea! Go Erica! Go Disa!
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The Ks2 performance assembly was or tremendous. Lots of people performed.
These are the songs they performed. 1. Somebody to you by The Vamps 2. Eye of the tiger 3. Battlefield 4. French songs x 3 5. Spanish song 6. Thunder struck 7. Happy by Pharrell Everyone did great. By the way I performed somebody to you. If you don't listen to it then you must. Bye... For now Tremendous Very great in amount. "The assembly was tremendously amazing." Please use it in your work and sentences! By:DJ Dianne Hofmeyr is coming to sign/talk to ks2! She is the famous author who wrote the one and only, Oliver Strange series. We are excited to meet her and ask her lots of questions!
The year fours assembly was about happiness and love.
There was a performance and it was amazing. And there was a lot of good information encouraging us all to stay happy. Have a happy week everyone! Clap along now... In Year 5 we have been writing scripts about voluntouring holidays for Greenpop.
Now we are learning them and we are going to record them. They are spectacular. I really can't wait to act them out! Hello once again from Nihaad Nightingale this time I am doing word of the week.
For this week it is ELATED It's origin is Latin and the definition is to feel very happy or raise up Example: girls were elated when they won the netball match. We raised over R4000 to go to Greenpop to plant trees.We sold our cards,biscuits , brownies, cupcakes ,lemonade ,popcorn , Chips and sweets.
Pam or Pampam to some, brought her bunny rabbit to school. It was the cutest rabbit I have seen and I have seen a lot. Pixel is a Netherland Dwarf rabbit and adorable! We love you Pixel and thank you for coming to see us at school!
The Pellet Gun
"Can I have a pellet gun? Please!" Said Johnny, eagerly. Johnny was 9 years old with an older sister named Jane. Johnny had light-brown hair and sea-blue eyes. He had been asking for a pellet gun for a couple of years now and is dying to have one. "No," said Johnny's Dad. "Not until you're 11," said, firmly. "Aw," said Johnny, sorrowfully. 2 YEARS LATER On the day of Johnny's 11th birthday, Johnny came blasting into his Dad's bedroom and awoke his Dad rather roughly. "Dad! Dad! It's time for me to get a pellet gun!" Johnny cried and went down on his knees and shook his knotted hands back and forth. "Okay, okay son! Chillax!" Said his Dad, still half-asleep. But no pellet gun came. Several weeks later, he woke up in the morning and a large, rectangular shaped box caught his eye at the end of his bed. "Oh goodie!" Johnny cried. "A pellet gun!" He crawled over to the edge of his bed and tore open the wrapping paper. But there was no pellet gun, just newspaper. But he kept on digging and finally, saw a black, gun-shaped figure and slowly took it out, " My pellet gun!" Johnny whispered. "Just like Daddy said!" He jumped off the edge of his bed and went gallivanting into his Dad's bedroom. "Dad! Dad! Dad! Look at my new pellet gun!" He screamed. "What!? What is it?" Johnny's Dad said, still half asleep. " D'you see my pellet gun!" Johnny said, eagerly. "Yes! Yes! I see it!" Johnny's Dad replied. "Can I shoot it! Now! Please!" Johnny shouted. "Well, what are you going to shoot?" Johnny's Dad said, smartly. " Anything! Absolutely anything!" "Well, have you got any pellets?" Getting really smart now. Johnny was about to open his mouth but then scrambled off into his bedroom to look for some pellets. When he realized that he didn't have any pellets, he ran back to his Dad. " Dad! You won't believe this! But I don't have any pellets!" "Well that's okay 'cause I've got pellets," pulling a small box of pellets out of his pocket. Johnny gave a sigh of relief, "Phew! Thanks Dad!" "No worry, son! But, you can only shoot when you're at granny's farm. Okay?" Dad said. Okay, fine." Johnny said, disappointed. 2 WEEKS LATER Johnny and Jane arrived at granny's farm and came gallivanting towards granny with Johnny's pellet gun tucked under his arm. "Granny! Granny! Look what I've got!" And showed granny his pellet gun. "Oh dear," Granny muttered under her breath. "I know right! It's so cool and it looks like a real gun!" Johnny shouted. "Oh! Can I shoot it please! Why don't I do it now!" "Well it doesn't really help if you don't know how to shoot. And if you go around shooting blindly, then one of my Prize geese will get shot dead or even wounded and then I'll be cross! Do you understand!?" Granny said, threateningly. "Yup, understood every word!" And stood, stiffly to attention, like a soldier. "I won't disappoint you granny!" "Alright then Johnny," granny said, calming down now. 1 DAY LATER Johnny woke up early in the morning, five o'clock in fact, and came blasting through granny's bedroom door. "Granny! Granny! Granny! Can I please shoot my pellet gun now? Please please please!" Johnny exclaimed, excitedly. Granny was half awake by this time and probably thought that an axe-murderer had just entered the house, judging by the amount of shouting. "What on earth! Wait Johnny, let me just actually wake up first!" Granny said. Johnny waited as granny got up and out of bed. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened the door. There stood Johnny's pellet gun, all nice and gleaming with polish. "Here it is," granny said to Johnny. "Now listen up Johnny, I am going to give you all you need. A pencil, a piece of paper, a couple of thumb tacks, 10 pellets and your pellet gun," By this time, Johnny was jumping up and down with excitement. "Man, this is so cool!" Johnny muttered. "Now," said granny, "These 10 pellets that I'm giving you, are only to be used for target practice and when they are finished, that's it. Is that clear?" Johnny nodded, agreeing to every word that granny was saying. "Yep, got it!" Johnny said, eager to shoot his pellet gun. "Good," granny said, coolly. So Johnny bolted down stairs and out the door. Once he reached a lonely tree out in the field, he started to draw his target. "There we go!" Johnny said. Johnny pressed the target against the tree and stuck a thumb tack through the paper and into the tree. It hardly moved and there wasn't even a single whistle of wind. Johnny walked 20 paces away from the tree and lay a wooden stool in front of him. He then bent down on one knee and lay the barrel of the rifle on the stool. BANG! Johnny looked up and tried to spot a bullet-hole but the pellet had flown miles away. "Oh man!" Johnny complained, and tried again. BANG! This time, Johnny's shot was a little bit closer and had just skimmed the edge of the target. BANG! It was getting closer now and the shot had gotten closer to the bullseye. "Almost there," Johnny muttered, annoyingly. BANG! This time it was half a centimeter away from the centre of the target. BANG! "Yes!" Johnny exclaimed, happily. He had hit the target. He reached in his pocket, trying to find some more pellets but they were all gone. All of them. He scrambled into granny's cottage, as happy as Pharrell Williams. "What's the matter?" Granny said, suspiciously. "Well, I just got a bullseye!" Johnny said, excitedly. "Oh well done darling! I'm really proud of you!" Granny said, pleased that her grandson had got a bullseye. That night, Johnny went to bed happily. He slept in-which he doesn't normally do-and quietly walked upstairs and then into granny's bedroom. He gently woke the old woman up and greeted her in a soft voice. "Morning granny," Johnny said. "Good morning Johnny," granny said, still half-asleep but joyfully. "Can I please have some pellets?" Johnny said, politely. "Why yes of course Johnny! Why you can have the whole box if you like," Granny said, pleasingly. "Oh golly! Why thank you so much granny!" Johnny said, excitingly. "Never mind my favorite grandson! Oh, and another thing, keep an eye out for that fox that keeps killing all my poultry," Granny said, and drifted back to sleep. Johnny was really excited. He had the whole box of pellets to himself now! He raced downstairs and grabbed his pellet gun and ran outside, keeping watch for a fox. "There it is!" Johnny cried. And it was true, there was a pointy white tail sticking out from all the dry grass. He took careful aim just below from the tail and to the right, in the direction of its head. BANG! There was a fluttering of wings and then silence. He ran towards this 'fox', wondering what it was. "Oh dear. I have just killed one of granny's Prize geese!" Johnny said, under a whisper. It was right, underneath Johnny was the dead goose with a small stream of blood running down from its neck. "Oh man. I'm in big trouble now. Wait, I've got an idea! What if I don't tell granny and then when I get back home, all will be forgotten and then I won't get into any trouble at all!" Johnny said. So Johnny waltzed back inside and lied to his granny about his little 'expedition'. "Granny, when I went out hunting for that fox, there was no fox to be found! Strange, isn't it?" Granny was astounded now, because she had seen that fox a number of times! "Yes, very strange indeed," Granny replied, rubbing her chin. As granny went back upstairs, Jane casually strolled over to Johnny. "C'mon! They're dishes that need to be washed!" Jane said, bossily. "But it's your day!" Johnny exclaimed, not wanting to be bossed around. "Ah, but you see, I saw you shoot that goose. And if you don't give me all your sweets and do all my chores, I'll tell granny about your little 'incident'" Jane motioned with her fingers. "Okay, fine. I'll do your chores and give you all my sweets." Johnny said. Without fuss, Johnny walked over to the kitchen and cracked on with the dishes. The next morning, Johnny woke up with a jolt. "The goose!" Johnny quietly spoke. He quietly tiptoed up the stairs. Quaking in his boots, his hand was hovering above the door like a helicopter about to land. A shiver ran down Johnny's spine and he got cold feet, which forced him to go back downstairs again. "Should I do this, should I not," Johnny repeated over and over again. Finally, he agreed on a decision and decided to tell granny. He quietly jogged back up to granny's room and tapped on her door. "Come in Johnny," Granny said quietly. Johnny silently opened the door and came inside. "G-g-g-g-granny, I have something to tell you," Johnny stuttered. "Go on," Granny said, encouragingly. "When I went out hunting for that fox, I mistakenly shot one of your geese!" Johnny said quickly. He bolted downstairs again, expecting granny to moan at him. "Johnny," Granny called. Johnny hid, cowering under his bed, as if granny was to breathe fire over Johnny like a dragon. "Johnny," granny called again, expecting an answer this time. Johnny took a deep breath and then walked upstairs, to granny's room. He was whimpering like a puppy. He opened the door and walked in, standing as close as he could to the door. "I know," said granny, smiling like a FBI agent. "You do?" Johnny said, dumbstruck. "Yes, and I also know that Jane has been eating all your sweets AND that you're doing all her chores for her!" Granny said. Johnny was - at this stage - extremely happy. He didn't have to do anything for his older sister any more! "Yes! I'm so sorry granny, I will always from now on look at my target clearly before I pull the trigger," Johnny said, happy that he was off the hook now. He ran downstairs once more but Jane stopped him. "Dishes need to be done Johnny!" Jane said, pointing to the kitchen. "No! Not anymore I don't!" Johnny exclaimed, taking a stand. Jane ran up to granny's room and burst through the door. "Granny! Johnny isn't doing the dishes!" Jane burst out. "But he isn't supposed to, isn't he?" Granny questioned. "No," Jane said, shyly. "That's what I want to hear!" Granny said, "Now, I know that you have forced Johnny to do your chores AND give you all HIS sweets! So, what I want you to do is give Johnny his sweets back and get cracking with those dishes!" Granny shouted, like a drill sergeant. "No fair" Jane wailed, and stormed back downstairs. |