Seasons

Here are some seasonal stories by our morning group:

The Quest For Conkers by Jaimee, Isaac and Joey 

One peaceful day in Autum, Harry the Pumpapillar was sleeping in his leaf den. All of a sudden, he woke up and had an urge to eat some food.  

“I want some cookies, some nice crunchy conkers”. He dragged himself out of his leaf den and went towards the forest. Leaves were falling, brown and orange, crisp, concealing all over the place. A leaf descended onto Harry’s head. Sneezing in shock he said “ I need to hurry up or I will get covered in leaves and might be buried.” 

Luckily, his good friends Jumbo and Gumbo appeared (they had not brought their evil brother, Humbo.) Since they were sloths, they could swing through trees (don’t worry they’re not slow sloths, they move at normal speed.) 

Harry said “Help!” 

Jumbo and Gumbo grabbed his tail and, like acrobats in a circus, they swung him into the air. His heart was beating with excitement, seeping through his veins. 

After a long period of swinging and fun, Gumbo and Jumbo put Harry on the ground. “Bye Harry, we hope you find what you’re looking for!” 

Wandering through the forest, harry came across “The Perfect Conkers”. It was perfectly round and shiny, almost like a marble. The rays of sunshine were shining on it and it looked as tasty as could be.  But, then Harry heard a voice from above, he recognised it…Humbo!! 

“Haha, you have fallen into my trap” there were feelings of rumbling earth, the trees were shaking. An abundance of leaves fell from the sky, much bigger than Harry the Pumpapilla; the biggest leaves he had ever seen. Humbo was shaking the trees. 

Quick as a flash, Harry grabbed the conker and burrowed underground. He found his secret tunnels that he had been preparing for years. They had two cocoons in, he jumped into one, he felt fuzzy and like he was being embraced by the cocoon. Quietly eating “The Perfect Conker” he reminisced about his lovely day. 

Peck or Perish by Leo, Aya and Caleb 

Welcome to the peckish penguin planet, where animals are doing animal things, with winter creatures and ice cream everywhere. Meet Tigey, the hat stealer, Yellow Snow penguin (don’t eat him). Also meet the Isolated Penguin, Ice Pengy (don’t eat him either, he’ll break your teeth if you try to eat him). Yellow Snow Penguin and Tigey live together, but on a far away town, Ice Pengy resides. 

But, Peckish Penguin Planet is not always so peaceful, as a monster lurks in the snowy, evil caves of Pengusalem. Tigey roared at the cave each day while passing on walks with the skeptical Yellow Snow Penguin. Meanwhile, Ice Pengy was chilling in the middle of Beanington, the next town over, getting ready to go to his favourite shop over in Pengusalem, Tigey Superstore. Once there he was looking for limited edition Yeti-Bites, he could hear the stomps of the beast, UMPH UMPH UMPH! 

Suddenly the thunderous stomps turned Pengy around to see him. Yellow Snow Penguin and Tigey appeared in the nick of time to help Ice Pengy, throwing snowballs at the gigantic Present Monster stood in the middle of Tigey Sueprstore! The legendary monster, Peter the Present! 

The Present threw a giant snowball at Tigey, but Ice Pengy stopped it with an ice cream mid-air. They all threw snowballs (and ice creams in Pengy’s case), but the final blow came from Yellow Snow Penguin, who threw a yellow snowball in The Present’s roaring mouth! Peter the Present Monster fainted. 

“Never eat yellow snow!” Said Tigey.  

The Present exploded to reveal a Haribo gummy heart! Ice Pengy gave ice creams out in celebration to Tigey and Yellow Snow Penguin. They turned the gummy heart into 57 billion packs of Haribo’s, which they donated to charity.  

And they lived happily ever after, with Tigey Superstore’s sales booming. 

Here is a seasonal story by our afternoon group:

Gustherbs By Connor, Joseph and Jack 

 It was a blustery day in mid- April, blue skies interspersed with soft white clouds. The meadows were carpeted with a kaleidoscope of wildflowers; daisies, dandelions, an entire range of vibrant flora. Dandelion seeds drifted through the air, along with butterflies, fluttering from flower to flower. The idyllic meadows ran down to a meandering river, cluttered with algae, lily pads and an occasional waterfowl.  

Next to the river, two people were stood, tinkering with a large machine. Boxy in shape, with a large fan affixed to the front, facing towards the skies.  

“Have to say I’m a big fan of this” one of the people said. 

“I’m rather proud of it” the other person said, wiping sweat from their brow due to the warm sun “especially seeing as though I had to make it on such short notice.” 

“Those plants sure are a nuisance. Floating into the rivers, disrupting the ecosystem.” 

A shadow descended over the meadow and the nearby river. The darkness was patchy, as if many different copies of the same shape were casting each shadow. The two people looked up to behold an enormous flock of what seemed like plants. Two large leaves flanked each specimen, catching the wind and steadying the plant’s descent. Large roots hung from the bottom of each plant stem, and on the other end of the stem, a mass of large petals rotated slowly. 

“Wow, plenty of Gustherbs this year.” 

“The fan should be able to deal with them.” 

As the ends of the Gustherb’s roots dipped into the river, the winds from the fan carried the plants upwards and away from the river. After a few minutes, the enormous swarm was safely away from the river, drifting through the clouds again. 

“So this time next year, back with the fan again?” 

“Indeed.” 

And so, the two people began to wheel the fan away, the river and the meadows vibrant and unspoiled.