I have created a web album with all the photo’s from the recent Year 6 residential trip to Manor Adventure. If you would like access then please e-mail class6.holyapostles@gmail.com and I will e-mail you the link.
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Mr.Styles
After a glorious week in Wales at the Lake Abernant Hotel its back down to earth with a bump for Class 6. I’m sure they all had a fantastic week and the experience is something they will remember for a long time. There are hundreds of photo’s to share and I will let you know where you can access them when I work out the best way to do so. Here are a small selection of Class 6 in action to keep you entertained.
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Twas brillig and the town was silent in fear of the Jabberwocky. No one would dare set foot out of their houses. All they could do was wait and wait for some hero to come back having killed the Jabberwocky.
One man had already killed a Jabberwocky but was now too old to do it again. Luckily that man had a son Billy called and he wanted to kill the Jabberwocky. “Beware the Jabberwocky my son; it has mighty claws and a ferocious bite.” Billy took on the words of wisdom and went into the Tugley wood.
It was dark and damp in the Tugley wood. The sky was as dark as oil and the twisted roots him up. He rested by the tum tum tree and stood in uffish thought. The ground was soft and damp making it quite easy to sink. He kept stopping once in awhile because he kept hearing noises of twigs snapping and loud roaring.
It was awhile before he finally met his mighty foe, the jabberwocky… Its eyes were blood red and they sent a chill down Billy’s back. But this would not our mighty hero from defeating the beast so he took his vorpal sword and sliced it straight through the Jabberwocky’s neck! The beast thumped to the ground and its head rolled to Billy’s feet.
The town’s people were wondering if Billy would ever come back until they saw Billy galumphing back holding the Jabberwocky’s head up high in triumph. “Come to my arms my boy.” Said his father in joy. At the end of the day he went to bed, happy about killing the jabberwocky and hoping that it would never happen again
“Beware the Jabberwock my son!” James wished he had listened to his father. At first it didn’t seem such a bad idea to hunt the Jabberwock, but now he was scared. Very scared.
All of a sudden, James hit the ground. It didn’t hurt much, but it was enough to spook him. James stayed still and looked around. He knew he had only tripped, but it took a while to get up and start moving.
Just as James was inspecting a rare, massive tok tok tree, he heard a noise. A quiet, squeaky noise that didn’t fit in with the scary, shadowy place that was the tulgey wood. It was a Bundersnatch. Not dangerous unless it felt threatened. James listened a little harder: “Shift it!” the voice squeaked.
“My oh my!” exclaimed James, astonished, “Aren’t you beautiful!” James stepped back and examined the creature. Definitely a Bundersnatch: a twisted up carrot with the wings of a fairy, and the face of a dog with glowing yellow eyes. Quit short tempered too. A truly fascinating creature.
Suddenly, James heard an owl screech out a warning call, closely followed by the rustling of every living thing fleeing the area. Everything went eerily quiet. James crouched down and switched to hunting mode. He listened out… Nothing. He listened harder… Still nothing. He was just about to get up when he heard it. The low, deep rumbling of the most terrifying, breathtaking, vicious creature ever to have lived: the Jabberwock.
Before James had time to think, he saw orange and black blurs in front of him, and heard the, what was once a quiet burble, gradually turn louder and louder, until it was as if the creature was almost screaming. James knew it was the Jabberwock’s hunting strategy: it confuses it’s prey, chooses it’s moment, and then pounces. James selected his moment carefully, almost savouring the moment. “One, two, three!” he thrust his sword forward and punctured one of the creatures eight harts. James knew that it wasn’t how to kill a Jabberwock, but he also knew that it would slow the creature down an incredible amount, not just from the wound, but from shock. Sure enough, James’ strategy was right, the creature slowed down and James took the chance. He thrust his sword into the creature’s front right knee, and let it bleed until the creatured was sure to be unconscious. Finally, James knelt down, cupped his hands and started drinking the creature’s blood. He ignored the taste completely until he heard the creature give one last howl. That was it. The creature was dead.
James knelt down and picked the creature up into a fire-mans lift and ran home. Inside he was warm with triumph, but he didn’t show it. He could worry about that later. After a long run, James finally arrived back at his village. When he arrived, he found a big crowd of people. Suddenly someone shouted, and his dad broke through the crowd to join him, “come to my arms my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day calloh callay! Let us celebrate by having on the beast’s meat.
That night, James dreamt of killing the Jabberwock, but while he was drinking the blood, he saw another orange blur. Another Jabberwock…
In the pitch black darkness of the tulgey wood, one could hear the snapping of a bandersnatch as it darted through the woods, and the Jabberwock burbling in its nest on the far side of the forest.
Dead branches scattered across the forest floor, reaching across as if it was trying to make your life as miserable as its. Wooden arches made completely by nature tempting you into its wonderful land.
Then he heard it. The burbling of the evil Jabberwock, smelling the air as it came. Merlin stood in uffish thought, wondering why he came on this trip. “I am only a boy,” he thought to himself, “I should have obeyed my father, the Jabberwock is to strong for me.”
Suddenly, jumping out of his thought, Merlin realised he had no choice. The Jabberwock made a lunge for Merlin, he tried to dodge but the Jabberwock was too quick and it knocked Merlin down. Merlin let out a loud shriek. Then, heroically, he got up, took out his vorpal blade and sliced through the Jabberwocky’s armour-plated neck.
The head of the Jabberwock rolled to Merlin’s feet. He picked it up and went galumphing back.
When he got back from his heroic quest his father was there to meet him.
“Has thou slain the Jabberwock?” he said, startled at what he had seen in Merlin’s arm, “Yes father, I have.” Replied Merlin, “I have slain the Jabberwock.”
“Come to my arms my beamish boy”
After the frabjous incident in the cottage that Merlin’s father owned, Merlin’s father organised a celebration for Merlin.
“On this day forward,” he told the town that had been terrorised by the Jabberwock, “I declare there will be no more Jabberwock destroying our town!”
There was a tremendous cheer from the crowd. They were chanting, “Calloh.Callay.
First of all I began my quest by walking through the tugely wood. It was hard to know where I was going as there were twisted roots on the floor like thin long arms whisping and whirling around the muddy ground. These were on the bottom of the Tum tum tree, and perched up on the very top branch that I could see was a rather scruffy looking Jub jub bird, it was rigid.
When I looked right up to the sky I could just see deep dark black everywhere I looked. In amongst the tip of the twisted, knotted trees were a few lonely glimmering stars all on there own.
Soon after seeing all of the tugely wood I heard loud thumping footsteps of the Jabberwocky that crunched on the top of the leaves. I knew it was the Jabberwocky, I picked up the vorpal blade in hand, ready to fight the Jabberwocky…
Suddenly I went galumphing back with the dead head on the vorpal blade after it went snickersnack. All the way back, I galloped with joy. My father excitingly exclaimed “colloh, collah! Come to my arms my beamish boy!”
What a frabjous day, to know that I have defeated the Jabberwocky with my vorpal blade in the tugely wood in the dark, deep black night that was as dark as an old well.
The slithy toves did gyre and gimble. Now, I have my glory and have impressed my father in completing my quest. By killing the Jaberwocky…
‘Twas brillig’ and the misty, cold air made James’s neck hairs stand up. James’s Dad told him all about the Jabberwocky, he warned him not to go near it but……
James took no notice and ran off through the wood. No longer did James think he could do this. He walked on with a mysterious look on his face peering nervously from tree to tree. He stood still. He could sense something was creeping up on him, he pulled out his vorpal sword, it shimmered in the gloomy night. The creature squawked, it was a Jub-Jub-Bird, it was squawking to the Jabberwock!
(boom, boom). The Jabberwocks glazing bright yellow feet shadowed upon the lumpy ground. James’s face looked up at the big, bold, bright creature so called the Jabberwocky. The big round green pupils looked down on James with a sluggish look, and its white scaly skin made James petrified.
James backed up and reached the Tum-Tum-Tree. He shunned on the blood-worthy creature and in uffish thought, he had a plan. He pulled out his sharp vorpal sword and shouted at the fierce jabberwocky. “Over here!” The jabberwocky led down it was exhausted. James crept round to the jabberwocky’s neck and he sliced his sword through the bone went snicker-snack.
The bionic boy went stumbling back through the woods and reached base. He held the jabberwocks head high and everyone cheered. The new hero galumphed to his father and said “I need a rest” so he went into his tent and went to bed…….
Suddenly a shiver came from outside of his tent he woke up terrified! He got up and peered round, there gazing at him was an old lady “come with me” she exclaimed! ‘with no further a do’ they set off, through the tulgey wood and there led on the floor it was the beginning of a new quest.
‘Twas brillig’, and the misty, cold air made James’s neck hairs stand up. Once again.
In the Tulgey wood, the glowing, silvery moonlight lit up the dark TumTum tree, and the JubJub bird screeched loudly up in the branches.
And then it was silent. James stood in uffish thought as the branches from the trees around him waved around, trying to tear each other to pieces. But the TumTum stood silent, the only sound James could hear was the faint whooshing sound of the trees around him, waving their branches.
Suddenly, a furious roaring came from the middle of the Tulgey wood! Petrified, James stood, clutching the vorpal sword tighter in hand.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son,” he recalled his father telling him. The roaring stopped, and somewhere in the wood twigs snapped and leaves crunched under the weight of the Jabberwocky’s huge feet.
The Jabberwock burst into sight, its flame like eyes gleaming wickedly in the moonlight. Its huge snake like body, covered in scales, glowed green and the claws on the end of its feetshone white and looked incredibly sharp.
I cant do this, James thought. How could I ever think I could? The Jabberwock burbled loudly as James raised the vorpal sword high above his head and took a step forward….
James, clutching the head of the Jabberwock, went galumphing back. As he was standing with pride and triumph before the people of village they shouted “calloo, callay oh frabjous day!!!!!!”
“Come to my arms my beamish boy,” his father spoke with pride and joy. James looked out all over the village, at the people (many of who had lost family members to the Jabberwocky)
‘Twas brillig, and the Tulgey wood was silent once more….
Twas brillig, and in the dark, cold evening the trees swayed in the slight breeze, reaching out to grab their next victim. All was silent.
“Beware the Jabberwock my son!”. Jim’s father said to him. “Make sure you are not his next victim”. Those words made Jim shiver as he picked up his vorpal sword and set out to the Tulgey woods on his quest to kill the fierce Jabberwock.
It was fogy and there was barley any moonlight (which meant Jim could only see up to 10 feet in front of him) The roots of the trees sniggered as they tripped him up. Jim sat down by the tumtum tree and wondered in uffish thought. “Should I have gone on this quest, can I turn back now?”
His question was answered by the roar of the jabberwocky who came whithling round the tumtum tree. Jim’s sword went snicker-snack as he cut off the Jabberwock’s head, and with the head he went galumphing back to his father.
“Come to me my beamish boy.” His father chortled in his joy. Jim cheered and raised his fist in triumph, for he knew that he had done what many great warriors had failed to do. He had slain the great Jabberwock.
Twas brillig, and in the dark, cold night, all was silent once more.
He walked through the Tulgey wood at midnight, the moon as white as a piece of chalk. The deep night sky as dark as a black board. Twisting roots went round and round, the trees ripped up and scattered across the ground.
The boy was called Stefan. He was strong and brave, fit and healthy. Stefan got tired of walking so he sat down on one of the borgroves and sat in uffish thought.
Why are borogroves blue with purple spots?
Suddenly he heard a great big … meow? He turned around and there (face to face) he stood with the Jabberwocky.
Stefan picked up his vorpal sword and slashed it through the Jabberwocky’s heart. He cut the creature open, took out the heart out and went galumphing back.
As soon as his farther saw him he chortled in his joy, “Oh frabjous day! He has slain the Jabberwocky!”
Then they took Stefan’s sword and put it in a very safe place and let him rest.
“Now we can cure all the people!” After that more and more people were feeling much better and from that day Stefan was known as ‘The Jabberwocky Slayer’
But one night he heard a terrible roar and he knew it meant, HE WAS IN TROUBLE…
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