Have you ever wondered what lies beyond the shopping in the supermarket? Behind the shelves lies a tiny village in the shadows. Invisible to adults, the Kipkefs only reveal their presence to beings that truly believe.
It was a dull, grey Sunday and an 8-year-old Theo wandered gloomily down the aisle, following Mum. As Theo trotted through the maze of shelves he thought he spotted something dance through the cereal and waved at him. Something tiny; something impossible… Hastily he turned away to look at the comics. He dived for the Beano and began to read. But then on the shelf he thought he saw a tiny Minnie the Minx. “Did you just move?” wondered Theo. “I’m Kacy!” A bubbly squeak made Theo jump. “Alright, Theo?” asked Mum. “Yes.” stammered Theo, pale as a ghost. Then he whispered: “What are you?” “A Kipkef.” But before Theo had time to say ‘What’s that?’ he saw his incredibly ancient teacher who insisted on being called: Jazzy Jemima. He gulped, shoved Kacy into the nearest cereal box and darted to hide behind Mum. Meanwhile, in the cornflakes, Kacy was cramped in a cereal sea. Her needle-thin arms flailed as she hated the ginger-haired, freckle-covered boy that got her into this mess. Theo stared in horror as the lady (who was probably an Ancient Egyptian in disguise) took the very same cereal box Kacy was in and stuffed it in her trolley Theo started pushing through the crowd. “Theo!!!!” yelled Mum, who was now more bananas than an apple. But he was out of sight. Theo ran all the way to the disgusting vomit-coloured vases his teacher was looking at. Without thinking, the boy cannon-balled into the trolley and rescued Kacy from the death hands of the cornflakes. Suddenly he noticed that the trolley was moving, and, more importantly where it was going: the tomato stand. “Uh oh…” thought Theo. SPLAT!! The new friends were now as red as blood. Before anyone could stop them the vandalisers ran for their lives. But as Kacy wasn’t getting very far, Theo picked her up and sprinted up aisles, through queues, past unsuspecting members of the public and away from the magazines. Finally they reached Kacy’s home: the pasta aisle. When Theo looked closely he saw a tiny French man, complete with moustache, stripy top and painter’s hat. Next to him was his plump wife in a swimming costume. Kacy cried: “Mum! Dad!” and urged her ride in their direction. While Kacy told her tale to Kevin and Katherine – her parents – Theo peered through the gaps in the pasta. He saw an assortment of gingerbread houses and a tiny chocolate fountain. All at once he wished to be so miniscule he could fit inside them. Suddenly the peace was broken by Mum. She grabbed her son by the ear and pulled him away, yelling at the top of her voice that he was a disgrace. But Theo just ignored her and shouted: “See you next week Kacy!” By Sophie Hough
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On Thursday morning I leap onto the coach and travel to Old Buckenham Primary School for a tag rugby competition. I sit next to Holly behind Amber and our team captain Liberty. We hastily take off our coats, hats and gloves and begin our warm up as soon as we get there. First we do things like star jumps and relaxing our muscles. Then my team and I do things with our rugby ball: throwing and catching, and passing backwards.
We stand in our positions, itching to start. And there’s the whistle; we’re off! We all dodge, dart, sprint, pass, tag, intercept- the list goes on and on and on. We haven’t won but we’ve tried our hardest and that’s what matters. In our next match, however, Jorja scores, Portia scores and I score!!! After that hurum scrum, our trainers (and the rugby ball) are caked in dirt, sweat is pouring down our faces in great gushing Niagara Falls’, and we are as pink in the face as a pig, but I think if we were pigs, we would be those pigs that wallow in the mud all day, we are so messy. We haven’t won, be we don’t care, we still scored. Our games are finished, we’ve played for 72 minutes non-stop! I lie down on my purple coat, where I can finally notice my legs are as stiff as boards, my trainers are even more like a mud birthday cake than before and I know my arms are literally going to fall off if I move them any more. I am super tired, and aching all over. We haven’t won – in fact we’ve come 7th (out of 7 teams), and the other East Harling team come 6th. But if any opportunity like this comes up again, I bet I’ll be the first person to say I’ll go! by Sophie Never Seen Again from MrsWills on Vimeo. Jeff Studios from MrsWills on Vimeo. Hannah Hannah from MrsWills on Vimeo. Dabalicious from MrsWills on Vimeo.
All week we have been preparing for the filming of our Frightful Film Trailers, this is an activity based on a unit by A Tale Unfolds. A great deal of learning about scene setting, character development and building tension was covered and also used in a Big Write. We have just one complete trailer today but rest assured the rest will be posted next half term.
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