Friday, 30 August 2013

sophie and rhiannons story

In class we have been doing some buddy writing. We drew eight boxes and planned our writing in them. We separated the story into 4 paragraphs and transferred our ideas into them. Here is our story about The Potato Head's Journey 

Potato Head’s Journey

Once there were two fat juicy delicious potatoes. Miss Potato Head and Mr Potato Head. The potatoes lived on a muddy potato farm by the power station in Ireland. One by one the potatoes were picked, washed and bagged. Miss and Mr Potato Head were in the last bag and they were shipped to Germany.

While they were on their trip Miss and Mr Potato Head became best friends. It was a long and bumpy trip. Eventually Mr Potato Head fell out of the big bag and he rolled and rolled around the huge ship. He felt quite queasy. “Throw down the anchor” the sailor said fiercely. The next thing they knew they were all split up but these two were taken to the F.B.I for an assessment.
Once the president realised they could talk they became top edition spies.

They were sent on  different missions and ended up spying on each other. Little did they know they were betrayed and put in a restaurant called Labola and a ginormous hand grabbed them by the stomach and a potato peeler. They were peeled and put in a with boiling water. Luckily they escaped. The chef Ramsey’s hand slipped and they feel down the garbage disposal.

They fell for each other and ended up getting married in a resort in Hawaii. They ended up being re accepted into the F.B.I and got sent on a special mission to the Hungry Games.

They went through a circular tube and ended up in the food bowl of Cat and Pete. They tried to run away then another gigantic hand grabbed them. It was Cat. She started laughing and said “this is winning quality”. Mr Potato was now in the stomach of Cat or Kittenville. A couple of minutes later Mrs Potato was in the stomach of Pete of Kittenville. And that was the end of Mr and Mrs Potato Head.

By Sophie and Rhiannon

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