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What I did after stealing the elephant: 12-Jan-2009
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Well, she started normal enough. We had to strip our beds and put on clean duvet covers (except for Ben, his bed gets made fresh every time he comes to stay because he sleeps on the camp bed). Changing the sheets happens every weekend. But then, she started on the laundry. I don’t know if that’s how it is in your house, but that’s how it is in mine. Yesterday, Mum got out the ironing board and ironed EVERYTHING in the basket. Even the pants and the tea-towels. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 24-Jan-2009
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What was I thinking? This is the most exciting things that’s happened forever! Dawn is still in our room. She hasn’t woken up yet. Ben is out in the garden. So, I’ve been able to sit quietly all morning and think about it. A baby brother or sister. Brilliant. Actually, that’s not what Dawn said. She said a much ruder word and started crying and then locked herself in the loos at TGI Fridays. I don’t know how I feel. Dad looked hurt. He looked kind of creased and crumpled about it. For children like Maya.
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Middle Grade Strikes Back: The Book Dissection - Slicing up 'Five Children'
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Wednesday, 13 May 2015. The Book Dissection - Slicing up 'Five Children'. Five Children on the Western Front. By Kate Saunders is a deeply old-fashioned novel. It is quite brilliant as a result, and was one of my favourite reads of last year. In my previous Book Dissection. I looked at a very contemporary first person voice in Cosmic. By Frank Cottrell Boyce. In my second outing, I want to look at a passage from Five. The novel is inspired by the ‘ Five Children and It’. Imagines what that future might be.
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 23-Jan-2009
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I love Fridays. School is over for another week. The whole weekend is still waiting, none of it used up yet. Ben and Dawn on their way to my house. The only thing better than a Friday is a Friday before school holidays. And that’s not all. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For children like Maya. I have one brother and one sister. My favourite subjects in school are Art and Literacy . View my complete profile.
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What I did after stealing the elephant: Fifty
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Welcome to my blog! When Elen Caldecott wrote a book about me, I thought it would be great to let you know what happened to me AFTER I stole the elephant. So, I wrote this for six months after the book came out. It turns out that there was a story to tell, so it’s best to read it in order. Go to the ‘blog archive’ on the right and click on ‘Jun 12’, which is the first post. Then, click on ‘Dec 09’. And just keep on going like that until you reach the end. For children like Maya. View my complete profile.
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 20-Feb-2009
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Maya Toyne is the biggest pain in the whole world times ten! No, times a hundred! She is so spiteful. Today, for no reason, she started doing this horrible voice (it was supposed to be an impression of me, but I don’t sound like that! And said stupid stuff like, “I’m so important, I’m the queen of everything.” Which I don’t think. Well, I couldn’t ignore her, could I? So, I gave her a few words of my own. Some that Dawn taught me. It’s not fair. It’s all Maya’s fault! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 13-Feb-2009
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OK I was joking. This is how you get your name to appear on a marrow. One baby marrow STILL ATTACHED to the plant. Then you write whatever you want on the marrow, very gently, using the pin. When the marrow grows, the words you’ve written grow with it! And it looks like it’s just appeared by magic. Dad told me how to do it. He read in Elen’s book that I didn’t know and he told me. He sat down next to me and was quiet for ages. Then he said, ‘A lot happened to you last year, didn’t it?
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 24-Feb-2009
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I didn’t blog over the weekend for two reasons. The first is simple, the computer is in Ben’s room and him being in it makes it smell of dirty socks. The second reason is because there was a really weird feeling in the house over the weekend and I’ve been trying to work it out. It wasn’t rows, exactly. More of a prickly-around-the-edges feeling. Like snuggling up to a hedgehog. Next weekend I am going to watch-them-like-a-hawk and see if I can work it out. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 07-Mar-2009
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It’s me again! Kirsty that is. I didn’t whine at Ben BTW – he asked if he could write in my blog. So, hah! I am covered head-to-toe in dust! I look like a ghost! I’ve been jumping out at people from behind doors and yelling ‘boo! 8217; It’s brilliant. I am all covered in dust because they have started working on the new bedroom. Three men turned up yesterday and started knocking holes in things and putting planks of wood everywhere where you can trip over them. I like having builders around!
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What I did after stealing the elephant: 09-Dec-2008
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I got a huge, fat envelope in the post today. I thought it might be an early Christmas present, but no! Inside was a copy of the book Elen Caldecott wrote about us! She sent it to me before it’s even in the shops. And there was a nice card too, saying that she hoped I liked the cover as much as she does. As soon as I saw what was inside, I screeched! The postman – who is now quite a good friend of mine and had stayed to see what it was – screeched too! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For children like Maya.
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