A Feeling

W.A.L.T: Use 'show not tell'

This week in writing we have been learning to use show not tell in our writing. We write to imply and read to infer. This week our task was to write a piece of writing abut a feeling that anyone could have and use show not tell to describe this feeling. This is my writing of show not tell, what did you infer from reading my writing? 

Something I enjoyed was coming up with a setting and a feeling, something I did well was and something I could do better next time would be to go into more detail.

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I stumbled across the finish line, I could barely move; my limbs were like jelly, my face was covered in sweat and my heart was pounding so fast it was shaking my whole body. As I slowly put one foot in front of the other I found a place to lie down and rest.

The Flight

W.A.L.T: Use appropriate language features for a pick a path story.

This week in writing we have been learning about pick a path stories and our task was to make up out own and this is mine. Something I enjoyed was creating the story, something I did well was coming up with the story and using the correct language features and something I could do better next time would be to add more paths for people to choose from.

Ngatu

This term out class is learning about Tonga, this week and last week we have had the task of write a piece of writing similar to an information report about the Ngatu. Something I enjoyed was Learning about the Ngatu, something I did well was the piece of writing and something I could do better next time would be to add more pictures. Here are some links to more information about Ngatu: Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, here is a link to some more patterns that can be on Ngatu: Link 4

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Ngatu

Ngatu is the Tongan word for tapa cloth, it is originated from the Pacific Islands, it is a cloth made from different materials. Today you will be told a bit more about what is Ngatu, how is it made it and why it’s so important.

The Ngatu is really significant and special in many different ways, it is used for: ceremonies, birthdays, births, funerals, it can also be used for blankets, cloths, clothes and kites. It takes a lot of work to make Ngatu.

There are some very important steps to make Ngatu:

Step 1: Take off the skin from the tutu tree (mulberry tree)

Step 2: Soak the skin in water

Step 3: Beat the skin with a sick called ike, the long stick that they beat it on is called tatua

Step 4: Use the skin to make feta`aki

Step 5: Compile it and start beating again

Step 6: Glue the fabric and the feta`aki together (fabric on the bottom and feta`aki on the top)

Step 7: Or glue tapa on the bottom and tapa on the top) (traditional)

Step 8: Base colour and drawings (wiping paint from the cocoa tree)

Step 9: Kupesi (itched patterns that are built into the ngatu tables)

Step 10: The woman mark the lengths as they go according to the amount of kupesi divisions drawn (langanga)

Step 11: Roll the ngatu out so it can dry in the sun.

Step 12: Finally the woman will darken the kupesi patterns free handed.

As you can see there are a lot of steps to make the Ngatu, in fact this process can take anywhere from two hours to two days. Each person has a certain job so the process is faster, one of the most important jobs is at the end when they let the Ngatu dry a woman shouts out directions to make sure it is straight.

When it comes to designing the Ngatu there are many different designs you can do, there are more common ones such as: the lion, dove and the Tongan shield, different villages have different designs depending on what feels closer to them. This is my Ngatu design:

In conclusion Ngatu is a very a traditional and important piece of material, and it means a lot to people, it brings out their culture and is useful in all different ceremonies.

Here are some more images of patterns that can be used on Ngatu:

1. This is a Ngatu with traditional motifs from the Seventies,celebrating the harvest of the islands.

2. This is a pattern of a turtle which is a big part of the tongan culture

3. This is a flower incorporated fish that is very important to Tonga

The Extraordinary Key

This week in writing we had the task of drawing a key and writing a story about what the key unlocks and this is mine. What I enjoyed was having the freedom of writing of what I want, something I did well was introducing the story and something I could do better next time would be to add some great language features so it can hook the reader in.

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The Extraordinary Key

I was cleaning my bedroom yesterday before the dinner lady came in and I found a key, it reminded me of all the
adventures my two friends and I used to have. One in particular, this story went back a long time ago in 1942 when
I was about 12 years old.

It all started when I have an obsession with pigs I loved pigs so much that I have a pig myself. I was feeding my pig
when something strange started to glow in the corner of my eye behind all the green overgrown grass, it was a key
with sparkly and shimmery glitter all over it. When I picked it up strangely there was a force that started pulling me
I needed help so I called my two best friends they were sure to help me with this mystery.

In about ten minutes they were ready at my house, When I showed them the key they were astonished at what they
had seen, all they wanted to do were find where the key led us to. So we packed all our gear and away we were
on the hunt for something that the key unlocked. It took us all day and all night, it was sunrise when I suddenly
realised that there was a picture of a pig that was holding the two gates together I ran to the gate and the key was
pulling towards so we thought that this key must unlock this gate. When we looked through the gate I couldn’t
really see much except for a dark gloomy house that sat lop sided on a tiny hill. This just made me really excited
so I tried the key to see if it would unlock the gate and it worked! I slowly pushed the gate forward the creaking
noises that were coming from the rusty old gate gave me chills that ran up my spine.

I suggested in a whispering voice“ should we come back tomorrow and check this place out?” I was having
second thoughts about this place. But my friends replied with “ No we want to investigate this place it seems
interesting.” So off we went into the dark shadowy area. Being cautious of our surroundings, accepting that
things could happen at any time, wondering what things could be lurking around here and looking out of mysteries
that could be solved.

As the three of us stepped into the house they had a funny feeling that they had never felt before.
WOOF, MEOW, SQUAWK, HOOT, we heard all the noises from the house but outside there was no sounds
whatsoever, scary things started to happen like: flickering lights, slamming doors, we started to get worried we
didn’t know what to do. Out of the blue we heard “HELP HELP.” We thought we’d better help. we followed
the echo, we all gasped as we saw this old aged man tucked up in a ball down in a big hole crying
“ someone comfort me and get some help” “ are you okay help is one the way.” We helped him up and carried
him to the hospital. It was a very long walk for us to carry this man that we had never seen before.

We visited him in hospital once he was stable and asked him a few questions “How are you and what happened?”
He replied “ yeah i’m fine I fell in a big hole in my house.” All us girls looked at each other with disbelief
“What? Was that your house?” “Yeah i've been living there for years.” he answered. We asked him if we wanted
us to upgrade his house so it is more modern and suitable for him, He was very pleased with that. So we did, once
he was all better he moved back into his house The old man asked “is this my house?” “It is, do you like it?”We
responded. “Yes I love it so much thank you, I really appreciate it.” SO that was the story from 1942 and here I am
now in 2018 in an retirement village and I have never forgotten that story.

Ballad Poem

In Room 6 we have been learning about ballad poems. After our learning we had the task to create our own ballad poem with our own rhythm of rhyme my rhythm is A A B B C C. Something I enjoyed was making my ballad about Netball and running, something I did well was creating my rhythm and something I could do better next time would be to make my rhythm a bit more challenging.

Sports

I love to play sport

I play on the court.

My position is centre

And I want to be better,

the game is netball

And my name is Siobhan.

I like to be active in everything I do

and I wear my special netball shoes.

I step in the circle waiting for the whistle

drip drip drip it’s starting to drizzle.

I duck and I dive and I’m here and I’m there

being careful not to slip and put in a wheelchair.

Within seconds I had caught the ball

Tick tick tick the time goes on,

I look around and nobody’s free

He he he now there are three.

I run as fast as a panther

oh look over there it’s Samantha.

Another Sport I do is running

I love it because it’s really stunning.

I know to go at my own pace

and I try my best to win the race.

Distance is my thing

and I don’t really like to sing

Sport is really fun

Especially in the sun,

I’ve met new people

And thats so gleeful

so have a go

you never know.

ANZAC Diamante Poem

This week in writing we have been learning about ANZAC day. We had to make a diamante poem about ANZAC using adjectives, nouns and verbs. Something I enjoyed was making the pictures, something I did well was thinking of the words and something I could do better next time would be to make more pictures.

Onomatopoeia Poem

W.A.L.T: Use onomatopoeia in poetry.

In class for writing we wrote an  onomatopoeia poem about fireworks and this is mine. Something I enjoyed was writing the poem, something I did well was describing the fireworks and something I could do better next time would be to make the sentences rhyme.

Boom, bang, pop! Boom, bang pop!

Goes the fireworks flying high in the night sky

Pow, woosh, sizzle! Pow, woosh, sizzle!

I can see them glistening in the sky

Pew, crackle, fizz! Pew, crackle, fizz!

I can smell the fireworks burning in the air

Hatupatu and the Birdwoman

W.A.L.T... Use sequence to ideas using pictures
We read a book called hatupatu and the birdwoman and we had a task of working with a buddy and dividing the sequences into six pictures. Something I enjoyed was making the pictures, something I did well was working well with my buddy and something I could do better next time would be to add more detail to the pictures so it looks better.

Mary The Very Scary Fairy

This week in writing our class read a book about a unicorn and we thought about the theme and this week out task in writing was to write a story and it had to include ellipsis and rhymes and this is mine. Something I enjoyed was making up the story, something I did well was using my imagination and something I could do better next time would be to include more ellipsis and even more rhymes to make it more interesting.
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Mary The Very Scary Fairy

There once was a fairy called Mary. She was a very delightful berry. Mary spent all of her life so far in the deep dark forest. Where there was no peep and she was asleep. As days flew by, she got bored and bored and bored, as she snored and snored and snored. That very delightful berry was now a very sour cherry.

She had nobody to comfort her, it was all a blur. So she decided to keep herself busy. Instead of getting dizzy. So Mary flew from one house to another, and this time it was Joe’s house. The one with the pet mouse.  Mary tried to creep but instead she leaped and shouted…  ”BOO!”. But it sounded like a moo. After she scared Joe the one with the bow, she saw a wintery rose but chose to make Joe even more scared and unprepared... She hid under Joe’s bed where there was a sled. Mary started to push Joe’s bed up. The then there was a pup.“That will be sure to leave Joe with chills up his spine, not like mine” Mary said sounding amused and not confused. Joe woke up in tears and he was downstairs. He didn't like what Mary did to him So he decided to take a swim.

Joe went back to sleep and when he woke up he was in a jeep.In the morning when it seemed boring. He started to hatch a plan, But first he wanted to go to the capital of japan. His plan was to get revenge and scare her back something like a wolf pack. Joe wanted to make Mary scared and not prepared, so that she'll know what it was like for Joe with the bow. So there was a lot of researching on the internet and there was infinite paths for Joe. to find out where mary shined. Finally Joe comes across a kindly little village and he spots lots of little dots with some bots but he knew they were fairies that had some berries. A few days later the skater decided to skate to his destination and he listened to the radio station. Soon after Joe saw a bus station. Joe kept driving and striving. “Finally we're here” Joe spoke with a tear.

Later in the day Joe came across some hay and a village that has fairies with some berries. Joe boomed“they don’t look like fairies” as he looked confused. Joe ambled through this place as it looked like a disgrace he had never been before. Joe came across a little hut that the boss it had a sign by the bus line, with Mary’s name on it. He crept steadily and readily and ROAR!   But it sounded like a bore, It was Joe scaring Mary this time it was like a crime. Again like mary he crawled under her bed but you could see Joe’s head. and instead of shaking and making her bed go up and down like a clown. Joe felt a breeze come through so he got her shoe and banged it on the ground and all he heard was…   AHHHHHHHHHH! But it was like a BAAAAAAAAA.  It was the sound of some sheep screaming in fright like they had a flea bite on a international night flight.

A few hours later when Joe was a skater. He left all the fairies with the berries and cherries. Mary the scary fairy, had a think about how Joe the one with the beard must of been scared. She thought about how she felt when Joe the one that has one million bows scared her.

Later on, at about eight at pine tree state. There was a little tap at the window like there was a bat at the window beside Joe. It was Mary the very scary fairy. So Joe opened the window and Mary said “I'm sorry for scaring you Joe with all the bows I only did it because I was bored and didn’t have a sword to play with. “I know how you feel because you scared me and I didn’t like it so I am very very very sorry!” Joe excepted Mary’s apology and he announced as he bounced up and down in joy“I am so sorry too for scaring you!”So Mary excepted Joe’s apology.

Suddenly out of the blue like he was at the zoo Joe exclaimed “Mary the very scary fairy now is Mary the Very sweet fairy”, and ever since then the weather has been better and they have been the friends that are now blessed.

Piggy The Little Princess

W.A.L.T:Use a variety of punctuation.

This week in writing we have been learning how to add ellipsis, exclamation marks and speech marks in our stories and this is my story. Something I enjoyed was making the presentation, what I did well was making the pictures and something I could do better next time would be to add more ellipsis, exclamation marks and speech marks in my story. 

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Inside a life of a seed inside a watermelon

This week in writing we have been writing stories but in past tense. My story is inside a life of a seed inside a watermelon.

 I enjoyed thinking of what I seed inside a watermelon does, something I did well was add great information about the seeds inside a watermelon and something I could do better next time would be to add more descriptive words to make the reader more hooked in.  

Planning

Inside a life of a seed inside a watermelon

I was on the move in big watermelon, I smelt something and it was a very unpleasant smell. I realized I am on a stinky old truck that has been used for years. I had finally reached my destination at the supermarket, as I sat and waited on the shelf with nothing to do, but wait for the time to come, it became seconds, minutes then days, now I was feeling quite depressed because none of the customers had picked the watermelon that I was in up and put us in their trolley.

One day I woke up and I was moving, I realized that it was a human and he had scooped the the watermelon that I was in up with his two hands and into their trolley. You may be wondering what are my feelings at this stage, I am feeling quite excited because I could see the outside world and I know I would be put to good use. ( people would want to eat me )

I was currently now in the customers trolley, being pushed around from side to side and rolling back and forth. Finally we came this thing I had never seen before it looked like you put food on it and when you push a button the food comes to the packer I thought that was pretty cool. So off I go in a bag with my friend rockmelon and some of my old friends. What I was feeling now was really surprised  because, someone invented this thing to help the packers and something that will make it faster for the customers.

So now I was in a fruit bowl with my friends rockmelon, apple, orange, banana, pear, apricot and plum at the customer's house. After a few days the day finally came for the customer to cut the watermelon up and eat me, so my feelings right now were worried because when the customer cuts the watermelon up nobody knows if the customer who brought us is going to be nice, and cut the us with care or if they are not careful and they cut me the seed inside the watermelon. So the razor sharp knife started cutting into the watermelon and I kept saying to myself “please don't cut me, please don't cut me” and before I knew it the cutting part was over and it was on to the eating part.

The customer had cut the watermelon into slices,  He started to put the watermelon into his mouth, He stopped and started picking the black seeds inside the watermelon out and put them into the bin. At this stage I was thinking to myself why is he doing that you can eat the seeds but I discovered that he was a fussy eater.

As I sat at the bottom it the bin, I started to fall out and into this place that had lots of space, then I noticed it was a huge rubbish bin. I was sinking to the bottom when I started to slip out to the huge rubbish bin and into this space where I could clearly see the outside world. I started to move with lots of other foods that had been in that rubbish bin. The scene started to turn foggy. I tried to move around so I could see but it was happening but no luck because I couldn’t move, because I haven't got any limbs to help me.

I stopped and I tumbled down through my friends orange and banana’s peel along with some lawn clippings into a mysterious world that I had never seen before. I started rolling down a steep hill and I ended up in and really deep hole. Ever since then I have been trying to find my way out and it has been no use.

Pick A Path Story

W.A.L.T: Use appropriate language features for a pick a path story.
 This week in writing our class had a task of learning about pick a path stories and we had to make one on a google form and this is mine. I enjoyed thinking of my pick a path story, what I did well was ending the paths well and what I could do better next time would be to add more sections and more paths to make it more interesting.

Is Graffiti art or is it just messy?

This week we were given a a question Is Graffiti art or is it just messy? and we were given task in writing to choose a side and write a piece of persuasive writing about graffiti and this is mine.

Something I enjoyed was getting the facts about graffiti, something I did well was the graffiti I made and something I can do better next time would be to add more facts to convince the reader more about graffiti.

Is Graffiti art or is it just messy?

I strongly believe that  graffiti is messy. In my opinion graffiti is just people scribbling in places. I feel it  makes places messy and dirty.

Have you ever thought about graffiti? Have you ever stopped to think if graffiti is art or messy? In the following you will be hearing some facts that will make you have another think about graffiti and how bad it is.

One reason, graffiti is bad is because it destroys places and things and it makes places look very untidy and messy. If you get caught  tagging there are lots of consequences that might happen to you depending how old you are, some of them are: you could go to jail for ten years, you could have to do community service and  you could have to pay for the damage costs if it is more than £5,000.  

Moving on from the last paragraph, another reason why Graffiti is messy is because when people tag places, other people have to spend their time and money on cleaning up the graffiti. In fact the Christchurch city council spends nearly  $800,000 on removing the Graffiti and spends up to 2 million a year.( that's a lot ) They find graffiti in all kinds of places like: On Footpaths, roads and lamp posts on Boundary fences at schools, parks, property frontages and walkways and on frontages of  business places.

The final reason why graffiti is bad is because it’s illegal, if people don't have permission to graffiti and in places then it's illegal, not only illegal but it influences other people to do the same things. If other people see that kind of stuff then there is going to be more graffiti, that means more time and more money to clean the graffiti up.

In conclusion Graffiti is bad for everyone and everything,  from the people who graffiti and  clean it up to the people who look at it every day. People have to spend a lot of money cleaning up graffiti and trying to remove it. I strongly believe that graffiti is a waste of time and needs to stop because at the end of the day people, like the city council will have to remove it and you may be the ones getting consequences. After reading this, what do you stand for is graffiti art or is it just messy?

Freedom To Stand Up To Your Own Beliefs.

W.A.L.T: Use words and pictures to convey our thoughts. 

This week our class were given a task to create a quote with a pictures about freedom, and this is mine. We were given a choice of doing it on the Chromebooks or paper and I chose paper because it is easier to draw free handed.

Something I enjoyed was making the pictures more colourful, something I did well was coming up with the quote and making the words stand out, something I can do better next time would be to spend more time and make the drawing even better.

My quote says " No matter who you are, where you come from, everyone should have the freedom to stand up to their own beliefs." and the person says " My belief is Nobody should be privileged over others. We should be allowed to live in a world with peace and no hate."

My Legend - The Legend Of The Giant Causeway

This week we have been learning about legends and we had to come up with our own legends and use show not tell and this is mine. Something I enjoyed was drawing the pictures, something I did well was using show not tell, something I could do better next time would be to add more detail to the pictures.

Mould

We have been learning about mould, and have done an explanation about mould. I enjoyed doing this because I got to learn more about mould. Something I did well was planning and something I need to work on is my vocabulary.

Planning

How does mould grow?

Have you seen mould and have wondered how it grows? In this explanation you will Find out how it grows.

Mold, it starts off with spores, spores are cells that can make new individuals. Mold can almost grow anywhere e.g. wall, food and plants. Spores can live for a very long time and are airborne. Spores feed on dead plants and animal material, spores also love the wet, warm areas and where there is moisture. The spores then send out a hair-like tube called Hyphae/Hypha.

Hyphae/Hypha is a branching fiber that is found in plant structures that make up mycelium. The Hypha produces enzymes to speed up the chemical reaction.

Without mould we us humans couldn't survive. When you take a tablet some tablets are made up of moulds e.g. penicillin.

We can sometimes eat mould there are lots of foods that are made using moulds besides mushrooms, when someone is making bread they use yeast and yeast is a type of mould, bleu cheese is another one. A way mould play a part in our ecosystem is in trees, when a tree dies the mould turns the tree into soil.

In conclusion I think mould is good and plays a lot of parts in our life, from poisonous moulds to moulds you eat and use everyday.

Under The Rug

In class we had a book with a sentence starter in it and we had to carry on the story by using out imagination. Something I did good was my punctuation and something I could do better next time is to work on my imagination.

Under The Rug

Two weeks passed and it happened again.

“I have been dreaming about mice since I got back from my holiday 2 weeks ago in Asia, I have been traveling the world well all my life and now it has come to a stop”

“Oh sorry my name is James, James Taylor, I am currently 48 years old, and have never got scared of anything before and LOVE to travel the world with my family and friends, This was my first time traveling to a place that has got mice.

Every time I go to bed and try to go to sleep I can’t it's like I'm having a trauma about mice, it's so hard to cope with, and this time it was the worst it's ever been. One night when I was walking to bed and I heard this noise so I check the door to see if anyone is there and check all around the house and nothing's there, but I might have an idea where to check next under the rug. So all of a sudden I get this idea that it's mice under the rug all I can think about is mice. I try to get it out of my head but I cant its just impossible, so I just right down my feelings and try to work out how I can catch those little creatures.

I feel so scared, worried and threatened right now. I could make a trap to see if the noise is coming from mice and where they come from. I don't know if it will work but i'll give it a try.

So I make up a trap and put it by the rug and see if anything comes out of the rug and it does I was right there is mice coming out of the rug and they are coming at me and biting me help me please help me.

At the moment yes I am writing down my feelings. I feel hurt, like i'm going to cry and thickly at the same time because when the mice were climbing up my legs and arms they are tickling me.

 

After all that happened my friend came over and said to me there is nothing to be scared of and he held on they never bit him he said they only bite when you are scared of them

I'm so happy i'm not scared of mice anymore hooray hooray. From that day on wards I was never scared of mice again.

The Holiday Netball Program

In class we wrote a recount from the holidays and we were learning about the proper structure of a recount. Something I could do better next time is to use more punctuation.

The Holiday Netball Program

On the 27th of April in the school holidays there was a Rugby and Netball program ran by Margaret Foster and I was lucky enough to go. This program was for three days and this was this third day.

I arrived at the program at 8:45 am all pumped and ready to go. So we started the day off with this guy called Ged Robinson, coming in and talking to all of us about how we should all have a positive mind set,  and not a fixed mind set. ( A positive mind set is when you have goals and are determined to reach them, and a fixed mind set is when you have goals and you think they are too hard so you just give up. )

After we had learnt something new from Ged Robinson, just us Netball girls had this lady called Angela Stone come in. She talked to us about how she became famous in the fashion world. When Angela Stone had finished talking to us she even showed us how to walk confidently and that was amazing!

Meanwhile us girls were having a fantastic time and learning new things the boys were playing Rugby and learning new rugby skills, So when the boys came in, we all got into our own groups of seven because we were having a mini Netball tournament. I was incredibly shocked when I heard how the boys were going to join in and have their own team for the tournament. After we got into our tournament teams we got to make up our team name. First we came up with Tactics but there is a team already called that, so we just switched it around so now it's Tictacs. “ So let the games begin” said Marg smiling. There were only to courts to play on and there were six teams, The Tictacs (us) were one of the first team's on court so we didn't have time to warm up. The whistle blew and suddenly both games started. Our team was doing really well and sticking to our partners like glue but the other team managed to win. The score was 4-0. The whole tournament finished and the scores were recorded and it said the Tictacs lost every game and drew one.

After all that hard work we decided to have lunch yum yum, Lunch is usually half and hour to refill and get energy so we can have even more fun. So after when we had lunch, the rugby boys went back to rugby and the Netball girls did some defending skills, with Shelly and this other professional defender. By the time we had done that it was time to go home.

Overall I felt I really want to to this program all over again because I got to meet and work with new people and I gained new skills.  

Sams Flashback

W.A.L.T Write a flashback from a different perspective and use show not tell.

The book is called "The Anzac Puppy" by Peter Millett and Trish Bowles. I enjoyed doing this because you got to be that person and you used your imagination during this, Next time I will make sure I use punctuation and make the sentences more shorter.

As I come outside I am sweating like mad, it was as if  I was in a oven. All that I heard were some annoying noises boom, crash and bang coming from the explosions.

Running, hiding and shaking came the soldiers. When I saw them I felt some tears dropping from my cheek but then I feel some saliva on my face I realise it’s Freda trying to cheer me up. Freda is a good dog. She makes all the rats scuttle away. I am so lucky to have Freda. I feel so comforted now.

Goldilocks

Last week on Friday our class had to write a story about Goldilocks but we had to put it in our own way, I really enjoyed making up part of this story, something I could do better is put more descriptive words in this piece of writing. 

Goldilocks

Once upon a time there was a young girl named Goldilocks, she was the only girl on this planet who was stinky she was so stinky she had dirty flies around her.

About one year ago her parents kicked Goldilocks out of the house because she couldn't control her stinky smell. One day Goldilocks was wondering about in the forest, she was as tired as a sloth and she was going to give up walking because she had lost so much of her energy, bot then suddenly out of nowhere a whole family of bears came walking towards Goldilocks. So she quickly shot behind a large tree, then finally she got out of her hiding spot and kept walking until she came across a cottage, Goldilocks was so impolite some she just walked in.

Goldilocks found some porridge lying on the table and straight away took notice of baby bear’s  one and scoffed it right up. In the sunlight that was shining through the window, you saw her eyes glimmering as she spotted a chair that looked very comfortable and just right, the next thing you knew Goldilocks was lying on the ground with broken pieces of baby bear’s chair scattered around her. ( Everyone knew what that meant that she was not right for baby bears chair even though it looked just right in Goldilocks eyes )

Once Goldilocks had finished eating and breaking a chair she decided to go up stairs and have a nap in one of the beds, as she was going up the stairs she heard footsteps coming from down stairs, she froze for a minute it was the bears so Goldilocks ran back downstairs, past the bears and out the door and into a pond to wash of her dirtiness. The bears looked with rage in their eyes while tried to put baby bear's chair back to normal. Goldilocks came home and gave her parents a big hug because she is now all clean. Goldilocks is happy but the bears decided not to leave their house again.