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World Book Day 2015

 

Thank you to everyone who came to our World Book Day Assembly.

I thought all of the children and staff looked brilliant. Well done to the children that won prizes as the best dressed in their year group.

Despite technical difficulties Base One were brilliant at sharing their work from the previous half term. Their performance of The Enormous Turnip was a roaring success. Well done Base One, Miss Crosbie and Mrs Mills.

 

Mrs Davies

 

 

 

World Book Day Interschool Challenge

On Tuesday 3rd March four children took part in the World Book Day Interschool Challenge at Nicol Mere in Ashton. We are delighted to tell you that the Lowton Junior and Infant team came first! We are all very proud. Thank you to Mrs Higson for organising the event.

For more information you can click on the link below. Go to 'Blogs' and then to 'Enrichment and Events'.

www.nicolmereschool.co.uk

 

 

 

As part of our World Book Day activities each Key Stage took it in turns to write part of the same story. Well done to the Key Stage Two children that read and performed their story as part of the assembly. You can read our stories below.

 

Key Stage One

Once upon a time there was a little mouse. The mouse lived on an island. One day while he was out walking he saw a ship. It was enormous. It moved across the water slowly and silently like a ghost. As the ship got closer the little mouse could hear scratching and screaching. Meows echoed across the water. The little mouse started to shake, his tummy fluttered. He was scared. As the ship got closer he reliased it was a pirate ship. A cat pirate ship. Imediatelty the little mouse knew that they were coming for his treasure, he needed a plan and quick!

As quick as a flash, the mouse poured some fresh, creamy milk into lots of small saucers.   He placed the saucers of milk underneath a large oak tree.  Fastened in the tree was a white, rope net.  When the cats saw the milk, they dashed over as fast as they could to the tall tree.  At that moment, the net fell onto their heads so they were trapped.  They quickly chewed and gnawed through the net and headed on to find the shiny, sparkling treasure.

Suddenly, the mouse had another brilliant idea. He grabbed some  colourful yarn balls and threw them  into an enormous metal cage.  Meanwhile, the cats chased the yarn balls into the cage and when they were all inside, the mouse SLAMMED the door shut firmly!  Meowing  loudly, the cats realised that the mouse had beaten them.   Because the mouse was so strong, he pulled the cage up in the air  with all of his might and then he threw the cage into the deep,deep, blue, salty ocean so that the cats would drown. The mouse was so relieved, thankful and clever.

That was the end of the cat pirates. 

 

Key Stage Two

It was a blustery morning and Alice was in bed when the wind woke her from a dream.  She could hear her mum downstairs, so she got up, got dressed and crept out of the room, trying not to wake her four brothers and sisters. 

“Good morning Mum,” yawned Alice.

“I don’t know how I’m going to feed you all this morning, we have no food left.  I do wish we had more money than this,” her mum sighed sadly.  “Take these shoes into town and see if you can swap them for some oats.”

She packed her bag with an old, ragged jumper, a flask of water and her mum’s best shoes, ready for the long journey.  She also packed a black torch for the walk home in the dark.   

Just as Alice was about to leave, her mum gave her a warning. “Don’t go down the narrow path when you get to the fork in the road.  Children have vanished when they have gone down there, it is so dark that you will lose your way.” 

“OK Mum, you can trust me.  Cheerio, see you tonight,” Alice replied, closing the door behind her. 

She rushed off through the woods, skipping along the path until she got to the fork in the road.  She looked at the sign post which showed the way to town.  As she looked down the narrow path, Alice saw a stranger walking towards her. 

“Where are you going youngster?” he asked Alice.

“I’m going in to town, so if you will excuse me, I will be on my way,” she replied and tried to walk round him.

“Wait a minute.  If you go down that path, you will find lots of treasure over the bridge” he grinned, showing his yellow teeth.  He took a handful of shiny gold coins from his pocket and showed them to her.

“Which way should I go?” Alice thought to herself.  “We could really use some treasure, I could feed everyone for years.  But what if this man is trying to trick me?” she wondered.  As she turned to the man to ask him about the path, he had disappeared!

“That’s strange, how did he walk off so fast?”  she said, looking down each path.  “Could it be magic?” she wondered.  Alice looked down each fork of the road, the narrow path looked safe enough.  There were rabbits hopping around the trees and the sun shone brightly.  “What harm could it do?”  she asked out loud. 

She walked along the narrow path for a while until her legs started to ache.  She stopped for a drink and looked around, “this isn’t scary at all, I don’t know why mum was so worried,” she said to herself.  She carried on walking until suddenly she heard a wolf howl and the birds stopped singing.  She noticed that the trees were getting closer and closer together, which blocked the sun, so she got her torch out. The path started to narrow and in front of her, she could see the bridge the man had told her about. 

She had been walking all day. Her feet hurt and her bones ached, but it would be worth it: she was almost there.

As Alice began to cross the creaky, crooked, rope bridge in front of her, a crystal white fog descended upon the bridge, blocking out the last of the dying sunlight. She carefully and slowly tiptoed from one plank to the next because she could feel them crumbling and falling apart beneath her. As she got halfway across, the bridge suddenly snapped from behind her, forcing her to sprint forwards into the murky fog ahead! She ran from plank to plank as fast as her little legs would carry her – if she stopped now, the only thing beneath her was a black void. Her heart was pounding. The bridge continued to fall.

As the final part of the bridge collapsed into the darkness, Alice fell with it, clinging on for dear life! The bridge slammed into the side of a cliff and she began to climb slowly up the dangling bridge like a ladder. When Alice reached the top of the ‘ladder’ she felt a hand clutch onto her wrist,

“Come on, take my hand and climb!” demanded the owner of the hand. Alice looked up in shock and saw the shadowy face of the mysterious stranger she bumped into earlier on.

Alice wearily stood up and tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. She brushed the dirt and dust from her jacket and looked around.

“Hello? Where have you gone? Is anybody there?” she asked in confusion. She was on her own. The mysterious stranger had once again vanished, leaving Alice shocked, bemused and alone. “Oh no! My torch!” she groaned, realising that in the mayhem her only source of light had fell from her pocket. The path behind her was now gone and she had to keep moving forwards.

The path that Alice was now walking on was surrounded by stone walls covered in moss, ivy and vines.  She still couldn’t see much further ahead because of the dense fog in front, but on the floor she could see the glimmer of a shiny, gold coin.  She cautiously walked forward and picked the coin up. As she picked the coin up, the ground violently shook and Alice could feel the hard stone walls moving closer and closer and closer. She had no choice but to run! Alice darted forwards into the fog and the walls continued to squeeze together. Just as all hope felt lost, and the walls were nearly squashing her together like a grape, the passage came to an abrupt end!

The path rose up in front her, twisting through the mist like a snake squeezing its prey. Were the stories all true? Did the path truly lead where she had been told? If it did, this was only just the beginning of her journey…

Her heart started to pound in her chest, louder and louder until she found herself struggling to breathe. In desperation, she turned around frantically, hoping to retrace her steps back to the arms of her mother… No such luck, the path had disappeared and she was left with an agonizing decision. Did she follow the endless, rising path or climb the vicious vines, covered in thorns? With sudden inspiration, she felt deep inside her pocket and decided to use the shiny, gold coin to help her make the difficult decision.

With a degree of urgency, Alice tossed the coin up into the dark, foggy air hoping for a miracle. In her panic, she threw the coin higher than expected and it disappeared into the darkness. With all hope lost, Alice then heard an unfamiliar noise that chilled her to the bone.

Less than a minute later, before she had chance to turn around, Alice felt something grasp her tightly from above. Petrified, bewildered, amazed she felt she had no control, as she was slowly rising.

Could this be the way home? Alice thought to herself, as she glided high above the dark stormy clouds. Holding nothing but her mum’s best shoes, she started to cry silently whilst thinking of home. Immediately she realised that the only possible thing she could do, was to try and dislodge herself from the hideous creature, but how?

As the eagle’s sharp talons started to tear Alice’s jacket, she realised she was gradually becoming loosened from his vice like grip. Scared witless, and panic-stricken, she struggled to stay calm. Instantaneously the eagle relinquished his grasp, and she fell uncontrollably for what seemed like an age! Eventually, Alice felt herself land softly on the fluffy, marshmallow-like cloud. Unbelievably, she had still managed to hold on to the precious shoes belonging to her mother! It was almost too good to be true! In the distance she could hear the sound of young children playing happily.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted what seemed to be a tiny diamond shaped pearly gate, leading to the entrance of a beautiful garden. As she carefully moved to inspect the gate, she realised there was no other entrance to the grounds. She could hear the joyful cries of the children in the distance, and felt that if she could reach them she would be safe. She looked around her, and could see a stranger approaching, waving an object in her direction! Was this the same man who had given her the coin?

“Hello child, do you remember me?” He seemed pleased to see her, and for a moment Alice was pleased to see him too. In all this confusion, this scrawny man was the only familiar face she had seen in a while, however the yellow blankets that hugged his teeth made Alice think twice. 

“My friend, this is the coin which you threw into the air, and it has magical qualities which allow you to open this gate. How do you think you were saved from the closing walls?  Take the coin child.”

Taking the gold coin from the man’s sweaty grasp, Alice reluctantly approached the diamond encrusted gate.  Slowly, the gate opened in front of her, enticing her inside. Once inside, Alice could see children of all ages; laughing, playing and dancing together however, her gaze was fixed on a small, tatty looking boy with wild red hair. He was sobbing uncontrollably into his hands. Cautiously, she approached the child and softly asked him, “Are you ok? Do you know where we are?”

 The boy looked up, peering through strands of his dirty tear soaked hair, “I don’t know, but I do know that all the children here took the WRONG path!” The red haired boy explained as best he could to Alice between sobs, that the man that trapped them all in the garden, would every so often come to them and challenge them to a game of Heads or Tails with a magical coin. If you lose you stay, but if you are lucky enough to win, you are free to go home. He blew his nose and wiped his tears with his tattered handkerchief. Another gentle tear fell from his face like a snowflake falling to the ground. He went on to explain that no child has ever beaten ‘The Gatekeeper’ at a game of Heads or Tails.

Alice had a brilliant idea…

“Excuse me, Mr Gatekeeper,” said Alice, winking mischievously to the small red haired boy. “I would like to challenge you to a game of Heads or Tails.”

The shabbily dressed gatekeeper turned to Alice and smiled confidently, yet spitefully and said through his gritted yellow teeth, “Of course my dear, but I must warn you, no one has ever beaten me at my own game!” Little did he know, that it wouldn’t make a difference to the game, even if he could ‘magic’ the coin to land on the side he called.

Alice reached into her jacket pocket and took out her shiny, magical golden coin.  “Let’s make the game a little more interesting, Mr Gatekeeper. Heads I win. Tails you lose.’

Sniggering to himself, the strange little man agreed.  “But you will never win.”

Raising an eyebrow, Alice spoke, “If you are so confident, Sir, then let me take all the children home if I win.”

“It’s a deal,” he agreed, clapping his hands in excitement.

“Heads I win, tails you lose,” said Alice flicking the coin in the air.

“Heads,” called the Gatekeeper.

“Ha.” Said Alice, “Heads, I win.”

The Gatekeeper’s face turned red with rage. “Throw it again, throw it again. Best out of three,” shouted the little man.

Heads I win, tails you lose,” said Alice flicking the coin in the air for a second time.

“Tails,” called the Gatekeeper.

“Ha,” said Alice. “Tails.  You lose.”

The gatekeeper stamped his feet and grew even redder in the face. Throw it again, throw it again he screamed.

“Heads I win, tails you lose,” said Alice flicking the coin in the air for a third and final time.

“Heads,” called the Gatekeeper.

“Ha,” said Alice. “Heads I win and I get to take all the children back home.”

“That’s not fair!” shouted the man with clenched fists. He stamped his feet like a spoilt little child, and in a puff of smoke and a flash of light…he was gone, and so were all the children…

The children found themselves back at the fork in the road.  “Oh thank you Alice,” they cheered and clapped.

And from that day on, Alice and lots of other small children, always listened to their mums and NEVER went down the wrong path again.