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Welcome, from Year 3 Lions

Hello and welcome to Lions new blog page. We are very excited about this, and are looking forward to sharing lots of our fabulous learning with you.

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My Poetry (by Noor)

Listen to my poetry!!!

A robber called this morning dressed all in white and grey

put every sound into a bag and carried them all away.

the ticking of a clock , the noise you make when  you stare at the sun(ahrr to bright!!!),the noise you make when you turn a lock,the crunching of a  bun!

A robber called this morning but he  never left his name!!!

STORY TIME

Hi this is about a story about a little girl named Cinderella I hope you like it bye

Once upon a time a little girl lived with her mother and father unfortunately her mother died so she lived white her father but her father knew she needed a mother so he married again soon her father died and her mother forced her to clean the house and soon there was a ball and all of the princess had to come to the ball but her step mother didn’t let her to go to the ball.  She had to clean the house but she didn’t clean the house she went outside and was crying on the bench. Suddenly her fairy god mother came to her “Don’t worry sweetie you can go to the ball”  “But how?” she replied  Cinderella was told to get a pumpkin, two mice and a plate. She turned the plate into a nice princess dress and the pumpkin in to a coach and the two mice into horses. “Oh we need some apples”  and she turned the one Apple into a driver. Soon she was at the ball and came in side the prince only had his eyes on her but it was 12 o clock she forgot if she didn’t come home at 12 o clock the spell will be broken  so she ran home but one of her shoes came off. The next day the prince came to all of the houses to find that girl and he did. Then the next day they got married

THE END

 

potery by Fatima

A Robert called this morning

dressed all in white and grey

put every sound into a bag

and carried them away

the ticking of a clock

the noise you make when you stair at the sun

the noise it makes when you turn a lock

a noise you make eat a bun

a stranger called this morning

he dinnt leave his name

left us only silence

life will never be the same