Kia ora Bloggers! My name is Lucy and I am a student at marshland school. These past 2 weeks for marshland school have been a bit lazy because some of the Korimako classes have been going swimming. The teachers decided to spice things up with a poem story about 2020. I found the rhyming quite hard so I didn't rhyme all the words. I hope you enjoy my recount of what we did this year. Here is the link to my book. 2020, the year that was.
I can say merry Christmas now, since its December. What do you think of 2020? Feel free to comment!
Here is the link to the site I used for rhyming. Rhyme Zone
Stepping out of the musty hot car to feel the cold refreshing air lapping at my face felt amazing.
I have longed to be at the market, my freedom, my friend for so long, that it had completely changed.
The usually brown fried grass, had turned a lush pear coloured green, soft as silk and smooth as a footpath.
Kicking off my bubblegum pink slides, my toes curled around the soft grass, as it calmed me like a mother and a baby.
A warm delicious smelt wafted up my nose, and I whipped my head around to hear a familiar voice.
“ Come for your usual. 12 jam donuts with some whipped cream on the side?”
Happiness spread through me like a spread on toast.
“ Uncle Bobby!” I cried barrelling towards him almost knocking him over. Bobby wasn’t actually my uncle, but he sure looked like it. He was a plump man as he basically lived on donuts and a dark oak brown beard that bonces up and down when he laughed. His hair was a lovely chestnut brown with little golden specks.
“ Here are some donuts for my favourite customer” He whispered as I bit into a cinnamon coated donuts, with strawberry jam that exploded in my mouth. Licking my sugary fingers I thanked Bobby and wandered towards Miss B the woman that ran the perfume shop. As I skipped happily down rows upon rows of sapphire blue tents, with cheerful people talking and gossiping about the best wind chime to buy.
All of a sudden, a beautiful sound drifted through the air drawing people towards it. I followed the army of people to where an old man was sitting upon a short tree stump, with a corn coloured straw hat sat beside him.
He was clutching a flute, doing complicated movements with his bony fingers.
The song was sad, but peaceful, relaxing. Almost making me cry. He finished with a flourish and I expected people to shower him with shiny gold coins. Instead he got icy cold glares and angry stares. One little boy poked his stained red tongue out at him and I gave him the meanest glare I could do. Scared, the boy ran towards his Mum, dropping his candy apple in the process. Chuckling to myself, I turned back to the old man, but he had disappeared. I frowned and looked up at the glossy white clouds, willing for an answer for the rudeness to that man.
“ Lucy, where have you been! You must sample some of my new perfumes!” Called a french accent, knocking me out of my thoughts.
“ Hi, Miss B! Lovely morning, did you hear the man playing the flute?” I inquired, flashing my best on-stage smile. It was returned with a frown.
“ Darling, he is just a disgusting hobo with only an old fashioned flute. He is a beggar” said Miss B angry voice as she rummaged around the sickly sweet perfumes.
Now I was the one to be upset. How could those people treat him like that.
Angry, I marched out of the gypsy tent, with Miss B muttered rude things about the old man.
Screwing my fists into tight balls, swallowing my angry,
Not even the fresh smell of pears, apples and watermelon could make peace.
Grabbing a cherry from Mr Beacon's stall, I threw on the ground and stamped on it until it looked like nothing more than a scarlet red patch on the grass.
“ You know you have to pay for that, Miss” gabbled Mr beacon, a man with a tomato red face and a big bushy moustache.
I wish I could punch his silly little face like a big punching bag.
Instead, I politely paid and stalked away.
I passed trading hubs with angry men and women fighting over silly antique stuff that is probably 1000 years old. Next came Nelly's fries and burgers. My stomach lurched, but I kept my cool as I passed a child with a scrumptious looking burger with pearly white mayonnaise dripping out the side.
Then, I heard that sound. That beautiful sound that is so Serene, so quiet, so sad.
Pumping my legs to go faster, I came to a halt in the front of the old man with his wispy sliver hair and bony fingers moving quickly across the flute. Grappling around in my pocket, I found a 50c coin. I began walking nonchalantly over to the man, then stopped. What if he wasn’t a kind man and started slapping me with his sky blue flute.
No, I would not let this get me down.
Taking a deep breath, I dropped the coin into the straw hat and lifted my head up to see a smile so wide and so big on that man's face that I smiled too. Tears ran down the wrinkled cheeks of the old man. He grabbed my hand and squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.
That was the best day at the market. Ever.
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Why I Should Have an American
Dwarf Bunny
Attention David Richard Monds!
Intro - It has been so hard settling into the life of Christchurch. I miss Nelson very much and even though I have wonderful friends in Marshland, I actually feel quite lonely. Having a cat is cool, but having an American Dwarf Bunny is amazing. They are cute, fluffy and adorable! If you're still not convinced, you must listen to these reasons.
P1 -
Bunnies make such wonderful companions, especially when I might be feeling a bit down. The best thing about american dwarf bunnies is that they will listen very intently when I need to talk. Sometimes, I feel like I can’t talk to anybody about my everyday problems, like school, sleep and homework. A bunny can fix that. They don’t disagree with your opinion about what you think about school and people. At the end of the day, I will have no more worries and a fluffy bunny to cuddle.
P2 -
Time to get into the scientific stuff. Apparently, patting a bunny reduces stress! Scientists demonstrate that just by watching an animal reduce Cortisol, the stress hormone and increases Serotonin, the happy molecule. The American Dwarf Bunny can live for a very long time, 10 - 12 years! The average bunny lives for only 9 years. One more thing, don’t let your bunny out into the wild because it will only live for 2 years.
P3 - Another good thing about American Dwarf bunnies, is that they are quite easy to look after. Sure, I will have to move the cage around to places on the lawn and feed her/him every day, but I will do this all for fun and not for money because he/she is my responsibility. They are super easy to litter train, not like dogs who poop in the house for a month before they are toilet trained. Luckly, they only need to be fed twice a day and you will only see the vet twice in a year.
Conclusion -
I hope that my argument might have made you slip a little, so that I can get an american dwarf bunny. I will respect your opinion if you say no. But I will rejoice and laugh with pleasure if you say yes. So, I will ask the question. Can I pretty please with a cherry on top have an American Dwarf bunny?
What are some other ideas for NZSL week? Blog you later.
