He huffed and he puffed and was boiled alive…

Try to find time in independent learning to read and comment on the newspaper articles by Faisal, Patrick and Daisy.  Have they achieved the style and tone of a newspaper article? Can you spot use of the passive tense?


He huffed and he puffed and was boiled alive

by our crime reporter Faisal Amin

Yesterday, three little pigs were arrested for the murder of Mr B B Wolf, who was found dead in a cooking pot in the brick house belonging to the eldest little piggy.

It is understood that at 3:00 in the afternoon, Mr B B Wolf tried to enter the straw property, crafted by the smallest brother, Charles Pig.  When refused entry, Mr Wolf blew down the house leaving nothing standing.  Managing to escape, Charlie Pig ran off to the second brother (Alfred Pig), seeking refuge in his home.  

But not far behind, the wolf had followed the trail to his brother’s home,trying again to obtain access into the abode.  When they refused, he blew down this house too, again leaving nothing standing.

Neighbours report that they had then seen the two pigs escape to their eldest brother, Thomas’s house. They said that a wolf was chasing after the pigs, knocking on their door and demanding access.  Mr Wolf was then seen climbing into a chimney and, shortly afterwards, witnesses heard the disorientated howl of a wolf in pain and contacted the police to make sure no harm had been done.

We have spoken to the eldest pig, Alfred, who told us that Mr Wolf had been threatening them all day and that the boiling water was not put there on purpose.  “We were simply cooking dinner; it’s not our fault if he fell in,” they insisted.  

Mrs Wolf pleaded: “My husband would never harm anyone, nor blow up a house.”  She added: “He was a vegetarian and those unworthy pigs should receive nothing but a life sentence.”

Since the accident, people have been moved into brick houses to protect them and their family from danger.  Police are also rumoured to have taken a final look through Mr Wolf’s house and unexpectedly found three pieces of meat in his bins.  Police expect the trial to begin next week


The Death of Big Bad Wolf

by our crime correspondent Patrick Solis

Yesterday afternoon, three pigs were accused of the murder of Mr B B Wolf, who was found dead in a cooking pot at the house belonging to the eldest pig.  

It is understood that yesterday morning Mr B B Wolf visited a straw house that belonged to the youngest pig.  Witnesses report that the wolf threatened the pig with a huff and a puff and then blew the weak house down.  He ran next door to his brother’s house which was made of sticks but was followed by Mr Wolf. Once again, he huffed then he puffed and then he blew the house into a pile of rubble.

At this point, two pigs were seen fleeing from Mr B B Wolf so they could take refuge at their oldest brother’s house, which was made of bricks – but they were again followed by Mr Wolf.  He was again heard to be demanding to be let in but was again refused.  Unable to blow down the sturdy house of bricks, Mr Wolf was then seen climbing up the drain pipe and down the chimney.  The police were contacted by the neighbours when they heard a disturbing howl.

Five minutes later, an armoured police car arrived at the scene.  The police entered the house and they came out with a bag containing the body of Mr B B Wolf and were followed by the three Pig brothers in handcuffs.  

We spoke to the oldest pig brother who said he was sorry for boiling Mr Wolf alive but that it had been an accident.  “We were only making dinner when something fell into the pot,” he claimed.

Mrs B B Wolf was shocked when she found out about the death of her husband.  “He would never eat the pigs because he’s a vegetarian – and he isn’t that strong to blow a house down,” she affirmed.

The trial of the three pigs is set for two weeks’ time in London.  Meanwhile, relations between pigs and wolves are at an all-time low.


All a misunderstanding

by crime features editor Daisy Hogan

Yesterday afternoon, three pigs (Chase, 22; Jack, 24; and Jonathan, 28) were arrested for the murder of Mr B B Wolf.  

It is known that in the early afternoon of May 12, Mr Wolf visited Chase’s home.  Demanding to come in, but being refused, he blew the house down.  The young pig ran to his elder brother’s house where he stayed until he thought he was safe.  When he was shooed out by his sibling, horrible scowling was to be heard outside the small house.  Thinking he could gain access, Mr Wolf blew this house down too.

Neighbours report seeing the two pigs fleeing to Jonathan’s house.  However, Mr B B Wolf is reported to have turned up yet again to attempt blowing down the last of the pigs’ abodes.  When he was unable to do so, he apparently climbed down the chimney and found himself in a large cooking pot.

Within two minutes, armed police and police dogs were at the house.  A large body bag was taken out of the building with dripping contents.  Following were the three pigs, all in hand-cuffs.  

We spoke to the youngest pig and he claims that boiling Mrs Wolf was all a misunderstanding.  “We were simply making stew (other mother’s recipe) when he shot down our chimney!” he said.  “It was like he thought there was going to be a swimming pool at the bottom,” he added.  Mrs Wolf told us that her husband had asthma and could hardly blow up a balloon let alone a house.  “He has three pups on the way – I am sure he wouldn’t throw himself down a chimney!” she wailed.

The worst part is that small children had to witness the awful scene.  “I walked past my favourite neighbour’s house so he could help me plant my garden, only to see him taken out in handcuffs,” a six-year-old girl told us.

Most local pigs are moving out of Carosbury village because of the wolves.  After further investigation, it has been said that old bones have been disposed of in bins at Mr Wolf’s house.  


Children should be taught more PE in schools…

With all the preparations for SATs this half-term, here are heart-felt arguments from Emily, Meshach and Nina for more sport and PE.   Please find time in independent learning to read their arguments and post a comment.  Focus on the way the argument flows, the tone they achieve and the punctuation they use.

For as long as anyone can remember, children have been the victims of heaps of tedious maths and English taught by teachers who have forgotten how it is to be young. The result of this is PE is pushed to the sidelines to be taken over by more tedious lessons – making the school days dull and keeping children stuck in a boring classroom.

There are three main reasons given for increasing the amount of time schools spend on P.E: it improves pupil’s physical and mental health; teaches valuable life skills; and helps children make friends for life. Of the three reasons, health and fitness benefits is arguably the most important. In the UK, millions of people are overweight or obese, making them at risk of diabetes – which is costing the NHS billions of pounds a year. Evidence shows PE would help reduce this cost, helping children develop healthy habits that may last a lifetime. On top of this, mental health is becoming an increasing problem and it has been scientifically proven that if you are obese you are more likely to suffer depression.

Not only does PE help improve pupil’s physical and mental health, but it also provides children with an opportunity to develop important life skills. When playing sport, students have to work in a team and coooperate. These skills are vital in all walks of life and will ensure you have a better future and a better job – all employers want someone who can work in a team.

Turning to the third and final argument, sport allows students to expand their social circle inside and outside school. In PE, children have the opportunity to try new sports; then, if there is one they particularly enjoy, to join clubs, enabling them to make new friends while doing sports they love.

In conclusion, increasing the amount of time schools spend on PE would be good for the following reasons: it improves physical and mental health; develops important life skills; and helps young people to expand their social circle. For these reasons, it is clearly the case that the time schools spend doing PE should be doubled to four hours a week so that children and young people can lead a happy, healthy life.

Children have been taught maths and English for many hours every week. The government thinks that they should be taught PE only two hours a week. Two hours is just not enough. Learning is a great thing, but so is sport to keep you healthy.

There are three main reasons to increase the amount of exercise in schools: it teaches you new life skills; helps you make friends; and keeps you in shape. Starting with fitness, more PE would stop millions of people from being overweight and becoming ill. At the moment, the NHS (National Health Service) isn’t managing very well with people coming through the door and complaining they need medical attention. If we get more children to get involved in PE, it will help solve this problem.

Turning to the second main argument, not only does PE help children’s mental and physical health but it teaches new and valuable life skills that are crucial for the future. Whilst in the job market, companies look for not only good education, but good life skills like emotional awareness that are crucial in the workplace.

Moving now to the third argument, PE also allows children to expand their friendships through clubs inside and outside of school and possibly make life-long friends through sport. Not only that, young children have a chance to join teams.

In conclusion, there are three main reasons why the amount of PE should be increased: to improve the physical and mental health of children’ teach new life skills for their future; and, last, to open a door to new friendships.

For as long as anyone can remember, children have been taught long and tedious hours of maths and English. Children should be able to be free to run around the fields playing sport and enjoying themselves. Instead they are stuck inside a classroom with only two hours a week of physical education (P.E.) and exercise. Sport should be a big part of a child’s life.

The three main reasons for increasing PE are the following: it improves mental health, teaches life skills and brings a range of social benefits. Turning to the first and most important reason to increase PE and sport in schools, huge numbers of people are becoming ill because of lack of exercise. The NHS has been struggling with this national obesity crisis. Teaching PE at school can help children when they’re growing up to stay fit and healthy. Exercise will lead them to a healthy, happy life.

Moving to the second argument, not only does PE improve health it teaches life skills for the future. If children play sport when they’re younger it can develop cooperation, teamwork and emotional intelligence. These skills will be of benefit later in life. Businesses want people who can work in a team, who can cooperate with others and who have good personal skills. If children learn P.E., they will have an advantage in the job market.

Lastly, the third and final argument, sport helps expand children’s social circle and helps make them new friends. If children do P.E., it can encourage them to join clubs outside of school. They will make new friends that they could keep forever.

To summarise, PE should be increased for these reasons: it helps with your health and keeps you fit; it can teach life skills for the future; and it helps young people expand their friendship groups. That’s why experts say PE should be extended to four hours a week to keep children fit and to make sure they have a happy life.

CCTV should be installed in schools

Here’s the case made by Temmyyaa and Daisy.  What do you think of the tone they achieve in their writing?  Pick out some things you like about their work.


For the past decade, closed circuit TV (CCTV) cameras have been widely introduced to public spaces – shops, airports, streets and more.  This is in order to stop crime: graffiti, theft, speeding and violence.  In the United Kingdom, there are an estimated four million cameras in use – more than any other country in the world!  Despite the billions of pounds that have been spent on this technology, the general public believes it provides value-for-money and that it’s a clear benefit to society: it makes people feel safe, makes people feel comfortable, and most of the time solves the problem.  

Not only are CCTV cameras on every corner or in every shop, but they have now been introduced to schools.  This stops bullying, helps prevent vandalism and theft, and it helps make children feel safer.  Children will feel safer when there are cameras where teachers are not present because they know that the threatening or bullying behaviour will decrease.

In summary, it has been shown that CCTV has helped children to feel safer in their environment.  Cameras should be installed in classrooms and in playgrounds to stop bullying, vandalism and theft.



Over the past fifteen years, CCTV (closed circuit TV) has been introduced all around the world – around 25 million cameras world-wide.  With the UK owning 10% of them, the average adult can be seen on camera up to 300 times a day!  Airports have lots of cameras for security reasons: Singapore airport has 3000 (and counting).  Most people feel safer with CCTV installed.  It has been shown to reduce a wide range of crimes and anti-social behaviour.

Moving to secondary schools, most already have quite a few “hidden eyes” so teachers can see what children are doing when they’re not around.  Although primary schools don’t have any cameras in classrooms, they should have cameras to catch culprits of vandalism.  In this way, when a child breaks or damages something, teachers know who needs to replace it.  The money that schools save can be used on equipment for PE.

A further consideration is the use of cameras to ensure people feel safe.  It is every child’s right to feel secure when on school grounds.  It is believed that if CCTV were to be introduced, no child would be tempted to even try to bully anyone.  The cameras could be placed where not so many teachers would be but in places where there would be children.

In summary, CCTV has proven itself to be effective enough for school use:  it prevents bullying, reduces theft and, best of all, makes children feel safer and happier when on school grounds.  CCTV should be installed in every school in the country.


Last week’s writing – Olivia, Myah and Meshach

Here are extracts from Olivia, Myah and Meshach’s ‘warning stories’.  Have a read and comment during independent learning next week.  What do you think of these pieces of writing?  What are some of the writing skills your classmates are demonstrating?  Perhaps go back and have another look at your own story and reflect on whether there’s anything you might add or change if you wrote it again.

Here’s Olivia starting the story off:

“Don’t go near the river,” said my mother as she put juicy, delicious-looking strawberries inside my picnic basket.  “Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said solemnly, as she held out the basket.  “Good,” she said.  “It’s too dangerous.”  I nodded and looked out of the window – it was a hot, sunny summer’s day.

Half an hour later, I was walking excitedly through the woods.  The sun was very hot; the sunlight touched every single tree-top, making the bushy foliage even more green.  I could hear birds chirping and insects buzzing as if they were having a party – I was in paradise.

A refreshing breeze danced around the tree, making the leaves rattle.  I looked around.  The massive oaks were like giants standing in the humid ground; they looked as if they were 500 years old because of their strong, ancient-looking trunks and boughs.  I imagined one of the trees telling stories about the past and all of the things it might have seen: knights, horses, carriages, princes and princesses, other trees being burnt in the Great Fire of London or felled to make enormous ships for Nelson’s navy; it might have seen planes and bombs flying ahead in World War II, or even the 100 years war!  So much history in just one of these majestic trees!   How marvelous it might be to live for so long, I thought.  Before I carried on with my adventure, I hugged the tree; its warm bark pressed against my skin, making me smile.  I wished I could live in the woods…

Myah moving the story on:

Giving the tree a big hug to say goodbye, I set off to go and explore more.  As I ran through the meadow, it seemed like there was a ripple-effect of dandelions springing to life. Every time butterflies were nearby, it was as if the wind was creating a path for them.  As I made my way to the river, I found a rare white albino squirrel leaping from tree to tree with its young.  

There was something about the river that made it seem so inviting – maybe it was the reflection of the sun shining on the surface.  I felt like dipping my toes into the water, just to feel what it was like, but then I could hear Nzinga’s voice dancing around, saying not to go in.  Yet it looked safe where I was.  What could go wrong?

As I flung off my plimsolls, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for what I was doing – sneaking into the river.  When I jumped in, there was a sensation sliding down my back, making me shiver with fear.  I waded in deeper and deeper.  The further I got, the faster the current went.


And Meshach bringing it to a conclusion.  Do you think there is a final sentence or short paragraph that Meshach could add to round the story off?

I stepped on something hard and sharp.  I yelled for help but nobody was around so I fell.  I really wished I had listened to my Auntie because the water got deeper and deeper until I couldn’t touch the bottom.  My mouth was full of water so I couldn’t shout – I was going so fast it felt like I was going at 60 miles per hour.  When I opened my eyes, I could see fish, rocks and junk.  Then I had a vision that I was being saved by the tree.  I suddenly opened my eyes – I couldn’t remain any longer under water or I would drown…


Modern day Goldilocks

Enjoy Ellie, Ignas and Jim’s writing and reflect on what good writers you are all becoming – and please add a comment in independent learning.  (The writing this week was a modern retelling of the Goldilocks fairy tale.  The focus was on adding detail to description, varying sentence structure and varying punctuation including experimenting with dashes.)


For as long as she could remember, Chloe had admired the beautiful, grand house that stood in the middle of Rosemale Road.  Chloe imagined herself opening the small, rectangular gate and sitting on the perfectly-mowed lawn reading a good book.  After that, she imagined sitting on the picnic bench under the willow tree and eating lunch, which would be made in the glorious kitchen, then trotting back up to the house to explore.

Leaning against the lamp post on the other side of the street, Chloe stared at the house.  How she longed to live there!  Her dream bubble was popped by a loud slam noise of a door in front of her.  Three people came out: the mother, who had a sharp, pointed face and carefully plucked eyebrows, came out first; then came the father, who was slouched back like he couldn’t care less; finally came the son, skipping joyfully, blond curls bobbing (a typical child of three).

Chloe could see they hadn’t locked the door – her eyes flickered and twitched.  She crossed the road and stared at the house.  This was her chance to have a good look.  She grabbed it.  Chloe unlatched the gate, ran up the gravel path and opened the dark oak door.  She was inside.

She stole into the house.  She was quivering – goosebumps ran up her arm.  She had done it.  Finally.  The grandfather clock chimed 12.  She looked over to it and as she did she smelt the most amazing smell of soup, which was her favourite food.  She sniffed and the smell led her to what she assumed was the kitchen.  On the table in the middle were three bowls of soup.  She looked at them.  She smelt each one.  She looked for the cutlery drawer, took out a spoon and took a big mouthful of soup from the biggest bowl.  Her tongue was on fire but it gave her warmth.  The bowl was too hot.  Maybe she should try the smaller ones…


For as long as she could remember, Katarina had admired the house at the top of the hill.  It was overflowing with multi-coloured flowers (of all types).  It was a tall, elegant house with the finest lawn in the whole of the world.  It had a beautiful gravel path that wound around a cherry tree and led you to the gigantic oak door at the front.  The house was covered in the finest of red brick – constructed by the private building service.  

The next day Katarina was hanging around the house when she heard the doors slam and a family of three came out.  They were all wearing cream suits – apart from the mum who was wearing a cream dress – and they walked across the gravel drive to their range rover.   Then it came into Katarina’s head – she could break in!  So when the family was out of sight, she ran up the winding gravel path to the front oak doors and checked if anyone was looking.  The door was open ajar, so she flicked off the latch and was in!

Katarina ended up in the hallway; it had the most beautiful chandelier and a massive spiral staircase.  She decided to take her first left and she ended up in the kitchen.  It was full of the most beautiful china.   On the table were three plates of chicken, so she tried the first but it was too spicy; so she tried the last and it was just right.  Once she had finished the thought came to her head that she had broken in.  She felt anxious and excited at the same time and wondered what would happen next.



For as long as she could remember, Marsha had admired the light, elegant, glass-paneled house on the top of Curns Hill.  She could imagine herself passing her time in the light-filled turret reading Full Metal Alchemist (her favourite manga).  The front garden was flooded with roses and tulips and surrounded by hedges in all shapes and forms.  Marsha, who was very envious of the owners of this house, stared at the roof-top jacuzzi , longing to be relaxing whilst watching TV.  There was a long gravel road that went up to the house, which veered around a statue of a naked, golden cherub.  Along the side of the house was a red-brick studio, which was half the size of the house, and also had a roof-top jacuzzi in between two long circular speakers.

Just then, a rich, Hispanic family came out through a heavily embroidered door.  The dad – who had a fair, wavy, Donald Trump-like wig – led the family.  All three of them, two adults and one child, trotted in an off-beat manner.  Hiding behind a bush, Marsha had to hold herself back from exploring her dream house.  The mum of the family – was was incredibly young – flicked her hair as if she was flirting.  Then they all clambered into their chunky, white Range Rover and revved a couple of times and drove away with the back wheels spinning out of control on the gravel path.  Marsha, who could not restrain herself any longer, ran up the drive way past the cherub, flicked the catch and was in.  She looked back and saw the car pass the horizon.  

Marsha took a deep breath and her lungs filled with the sweet aroma of roses, tulips and honey.  As she looked around, she saw what looked like a hat rack but instead held the dad’s wigs!  She traveled through the living room to the kitchen.  Bang!  Marsha froze.  She was sure they had all left.  But what if she was wrong?  It was the dog – Marsha carried on.   She saw a bowl of dark fruits: kiwis, plums, blackberries and blueberries.  She stuffed them all in her mouth.  The taste was like a party on Marsha’s tongue.  The house was so messy – not what she had expected from an ‘upper-class family.’  Coffee cups everywhere, tea bags in the sink and even three slices of banoffee pie.  With trembling hands, Marsha reached for the biggest slice of pie.  Too creamy.  Maybe the smallest would do…


Macbeth’s sililoquy – the boys

The boys’ sililoquies have mostly not recorded well unfortunately – so here are just a few of them.





What have I become?
Have the three hags made me a monster? Nay, it was I who put the wicked forces upon me.
Will all the oceans clean me of this guilt?
No, but rather turn the sea incarnadine.
Blood begets blood: Duncan, now Macduff.
When will the noble blood stop spilling?
Even the throne does not b ring me happiness but instead melancholy.
Away Duncan! Away damn vision that haunts my eyes!
Life is but a candle melting away till the light goes.
It is not worth living.



What is happening to me?
Why have I slaughtered?
My veins are poisoned with desire to kill.
I was once a hero, then I committed treason.
My life is Scotland’s defeat.
Blood brings blood; why did I start this?
No matter.
What’s done is done.



What have I turned into?
A great leader, loved and trusted by my men.
Now a shell of a man, diminished to king killer. My best friend, children, many innocent lives.
Taken because of my greed.
I am tortured by my deeds!
I don’t recognise the man I’ve become
These hands have become possessed. I have gone too far to be able to turn back.



What shall I be?
A killer of a warrior.
Forces of evil made me a king killer.
Will nothing get rid of the horror from my body?
Blood begets blood; first my king, then my friend, and then innocents.
The blood began to ooze into the river of my soul.
Is there no end to this slaughter?
This isn’t happiness; this is death.



What have I become?
Is this regret in my eyes?
Why must I cause this endless violence?
Lady Macbeth and myself are strangers
These hands will never be rid of the blood of a king and best friend.
Greed has got the better of me and I shall suffer the consequences.
These damned visions will die with me.



Macbeth’s sililoquy – the girls

We’ve really enjoyed studying Macbeth.  Here are some of the sililoquies that Shakespeare might have written… look out for Temmyyaa’s BRILLIANT AND HILARIOUS Scottish accent and some wonderful dramatic performances