My First Draft Lost Lunch

W.A.L.T recall  events through the eyes of an animal.                                                                                        

Success Criteria

I know I will be successful when my recount has a

• Title
• Orientation:  When? Who? Where? Why?
• Sequence of events:  What happened? Describe using the senses (hear, taste, see, smell and feel).

First draft

Lunch lost.(crocodile)

I was swimming in the nice bright day.  I was just sitting down as the birds were cleaning my jaws for a snack.  I was bored so then I ate the bird it tasted great I was still hungry.  After a while I swam to shore looking for something to eat luckily I saw a small herd of buffalo’s.  But I saw lions too with mouth feasting jaws  ready for a daylight snack.  The herd got closer and closer to the lions.  Then they leaped and grabbed the calf so then I swam like a missile up to shore and then I launched myself like a bullet suddenly SNAP! The calf with a thundering noise went MOOOOOO It was like a game of tug of war it wasn't fair as they had five against me I holded on like a shark holding on to human flesh. OH NO! As I dropped the calf and lunch was finished I was hungry for the rest of that day. I can still smell the blood of the calf in my mouth and I was hungry for the rest of that day

Now I am really angry and ferocious that I lost my early dinner who knows I might come back and eat you tomorrow.  

By Lasa

The life in WW1.

W.A.L.T describe what life was like for men and women in WW1 through a diary entry.

17th September 1917

The war is terrible because we have to dig trenches day and night. It is frustrating because of the rocks, rats and flies.  It is really hard to sleep because it is really hard to know what is going to happen tomorrow. I was wrong, the paradise and the adventure that I was planning turned into the worst months of my life.  All of the time when we were going to war, the commander shouted out “Go go go”. But it is the worst, but the men are brave as a lions, strong as a gorillas and fast as a cheetahs! We will survive.  

Two days ago I made a friend called Max, and we always play, Who can catch the most  rats? It was awesome at first, but when you keep on playing it you can get bored.  Then he died. If I see his family, I will say that he was a brave warrior.

The food is horrible, stale and moldy. Some of them are getting cigarettes and smoking everyday and that is making them really sick.  Sometimes I hear loud bangs and booms. Crack goes the rifle. I am really frightened. It’s hard to have a good sleep.

Yours sincerely

Atalasa