Year 5 Writing
Clovis and Finn on a mission in Manaus Our daring plan was ready. Soon, the sun would slowly dip behind the vast forest of trees, providing the vital darkness we needed. Not a sound could be heard. Quietly, me and Finn slowly sailed down the calm river nervously on Finn’s boat: the Arabella. The dark, murky water carried us to Manaus, a city in the Amazon. Once we got there, we sneakily tiptoed to the museum, our hiding place. I was too scared to go into the museum by myself because of the jaguar’s staring, yellow eyes. We crept to the trapdoor underneath the giant skeleton and opened it. We carefully climbed down the steep stairs, glancing nervously behind our backs. We waited for a very long time, which felt like years, but eventually we heard… …CRAAASH! The giant sloth skeleton made a deafening noise. “Finn, you have to get ready,” I whispered to him. The trapdoor opened with a loud creaking noise. Finn sprinted out, but one of the crows tripped him up. All I heard was Finn babbling in a language, which seemed like gibberish After a few minutes, Finn dived back in where I was and I heard Miss Mintor say, “come out Finn Taverner and be a man.” Now it was my turn to come out. My heart was pounding so hard that I felt that it came out of my chest a few times. I told the crows that I was Finn Taverner and the real Finn was a person called Kumari. The crows took me on a boat back to England. I imagined myself running to my foster mother, through the grassy farms and into her house. I imagined myself eating her delicious puddings and scrumptious meals. That was all I could wish for. Gianluca Della Ratta Cabrera
Animals of the Rainforest
If you look in the Rainforest, You will find incredible things, Where sloths reach for the sky, And lizards have wings. If you look in the Rainforest, In the trees miles high, Where howler monkeys hoot, And parakeets touch the sky.
If you look in the Rainforest, Right down to the floor, Where plants decompose, And ants march around, preparing for war.
But soon, the chug-chug-chug comes, And trees crash to the ground one by one, And poor sloths have to jump and land on their tums, And the fire comes before the sun.
Soon their world is ablaze, The animals can’t protect, Themselves from this threat Soon their world is a blackened place.
Soon the oil trees come, It’s like they’re in a dorm, It’s wrong out here though, To see anything so uniform.
If you look in the Rainforest now, You’ll find it isn’t there, It has been cut down for oil, That goes in your stomach and hair.
Magnus Hayes
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