Author: czmj

Is this an omen’ Some kind of government plot’

Maybe I shouldn’t get too carried away, I might turn into this lady:

Lots of people have been complaining about links not working on my entries about web reports. Unfortunately the site for Compton Primary School seems to have been deleted (or maybe moved, please tell us if you find it) soon after we left, along with all the reports. I will delete the entries soon.

I have some new photos in Clara’s Corner in the Photo Libary. So I am up to date (for now at least). The new photos are from our holiday in Africa, our residential trip to Beaulieu with school, my 10th birthday party and our school trip to Swanage.

When Bruno the Bear woke up he was VERY hungry. He went to his cupboard to get some honey out. The cupboard was empty!

So Bruno went to find Harry the Hippo in the boggy swamps.
‘Hello Bruno’ said Harry.
‘Hello. Do you know where my honey is?’ asked Bruno.
‘Sorry Bruno, I haven’t seen any honey. Would you like an apple instead?’ said Harry.
‘No thanks’ said Bruno gloomily.
‘Well Georgina is bound to know where your honey is. Go and find her.’ said Harry.

‘Where is my honey,’ wondered Bruno and went to find Georgina the Giraffe in the African Savanah.

When he found Georgina she was munching on the leaves of a tall tree. Georgina had a very long neck; Bruno had to look up very far to see her.
‘Hello Bruno, where are you going?’ asked Georgina.
‘I’m looking for my honey,’ replied Bruno ‘Have you seen it?’
‘Sorry Bruno,’ said Georgina ‘I haven’t seen your honey. Would you like some leaves instead?’
‘No thanks,’ said Bruno, more gloomily.
‘Well go and find Lance then he’ll definitely know where your honey is.’

‘Where is my honey?’ wondered Bruno and went to look for Lance the Lion in the grassy part of the Savannah.

When Bruno found Lance he was chewing a huge slab of meat.

‘Hi Bruno,’ said Lance with his mouth full.
‘Hello Lance, have you seen my honey’ No one else knows where it is,’ said Bruno.
‘Sorry Bruno,’ said Lance ‘There isn’t any honey around here. Would you like some of this lovely meat instead?’
‘No thanks,’ said Bruno, getting even gloomier.
‘Well go and find Olivia. She’s bound to know where your honey is.’

‘Where is my honey?’ wondered Bruno and went to find Olivia the Ostrich in the sand dunes.

When Bruno found Olivia she had her head in the sand.

‘Hello Olivia,’ said Bruno. Olivia didn’t move. ‘Hello Olivia!’ he shouted. Olivia’s head popped out.
‘Hello Bruno,’ she said ‘I didn’t hear you there. What can I do for you?’
‘I can’t find my honey anywhere. Have you seen it?’ asked Bruno.
‘I saw some at your house yesterday. Let’s go back there,’ said Olivia.

So they went back to Bruno’s house but they still couldn’t find the honey they looked;

Under the bed.

In all his cupboards.

Under the table.

And even in the bookshelves.

But they still couldn’t find his honey!

Bruno went outside, sat on his favourite log and sulked. He reached inside the hole in the log and touched something. He brought the thing out.
‘My honey!’ he cried and started to tuck in.

Once upon a time there were a little boy and girl who wanted to have a pet. Their names were Bert and Susan and they lived with their mum and dad in a cottage by the woods. One day they went into the woods to look for a pet.
‘Let’s split up,’ they said when they got into the woods.
Bert looked around and saw two rabbits and a stray cat. Susan looked around and saw a dog and a…..

‘Wolf!’ the wolf leapt out from the bushes and pounced on Susan. It knocked her over but she punched it in the face. By this time Bert had arrived.
‘What’s going on?’ he asked.
‘This thing tried to kill me!’ she replied pointing to the wolf she had knocked out. ‘I think those rabbits look nicer.’
So they took the rabbits home and named them Patch and Bluebell and they all lived happily ever after.