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Age 9 to 12

‘There was once a rat called Birty’ by Maddison, Age 9 Years

There was once a rat called Birty

There was once a rat called Birty, he was lonely, cold and hurt. Birty lives in Falmouth by the Methodist Church. He likes his home by the church, except he doesn’t like being stood on by nasty children and adults. Birty had had enough of being stood on for nine years, he suddenly realised tomorrow was Carnival day in Falmouth, when all the tall ships come in and race.

He sighed “Oh no! I am going to be squashed rat tomorrow aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Birty quickly scuttled down the lane, to his shack (home), that can only fit 4 rats in there, but it was just right for him. Birty was tired, so he decided to snuggle down into his sardine tin (bed) and he fell fast asleep in no time.

“BANG! BANG! BANG!” went the big loud drum. Birty suddenly woke.

“Oh no! The day I dread is here, squashed rat me aaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!” He started running around like a headless chicken.

He slowly crept outside, it was blank, he was confused, he went round a sharp corner and crashed into this beautiful, graceful, young, pretty and colourful rat girl, about the same age as Birty. His eyes went blurry and then fluttered.

“Are you ok?” she asked politely.

“Ye….ye….ye…yep….ye…ur…ur…ur…ur..p,”

There right in front of his eyes was his dream lady.
“I will take you up to see the competition from my house; it’s a lovely view now.”

“O….o……k..”
So she took Birty up to her house, there was a disco ball, and a multi coloured floor.
“Wow, nice house, cools!”

She took him over to the veranda.
“I see what you mean by the view now!”

There was lights everywhere, flashing fireworks covered the sky, children playing, mums singing, dads dancing and dogs and cats covering there large ears. They both synchronised and said,
“This is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life.”
Then Birty looked down, there were ladies and men dancing around, they looked quiet silly but it was so funny! If you looked around there were kids having lots of fun, dogs and cats attempting to dance and jolly sailors singing as they climbed up the tall sails.

Then Birty politely asked the girl rat
“What is your name?”

“Anne,” she replied

“Do you know you’re beautiful, Anne?”
She looked around

“Who me, no!”

“Well you are and I am going to describe you:
You are young and pretty,
Well the prettiest thing I have ever seen,
Your long blonde hair caught my eye,
So did your big, long, red coat,
You’re beautiful and you didn’t know!”

“Thanks! Do you want to come and join the friends disco?”

“Yeh! Course”

“Come on then.”

So Anne and Birty went down the lane and went up a drain pipe. There was a disco ball flashing brightly, a very bright dance floor and a fat plump mouse was sitting there with his huge headphones on.

“Wow cool, can I come here every night, this is epic!”

And from that day on they never got squashed again.

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Age 6 to 8

‘Tall Ships’ by Theo, Age 8 Years

Seeing from a tall ship,
Seeing fireworks swooping like seagulls,
And fancy people dancing.

I come down to shore,
I see ships; see clouds and also shops,
I see this guy playing around with an accordion.

People everywhere,
I see a clock tower,
And here it smells like fish…

I see a guy just in swimming trunks,
I see everyone in the harbour,
I see everyone enjoying themselves,
Everybody seeing the fireworks crackle.

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Age 9 to 12

‘I love the sea’ by Madison, Age 9 Years

I love the sea

I love the sea
filled with a thousand racing ships,
Eager to set sail.

I must go down to the sea,
To see the hungry seagulls,
And their shiny fish.

Fishermen dancing the fish in,
And crazy men singing
Ladies blushing,
And children laughing.

Then at the stroke of midnight: the fireworks glow,
And everybody parties
Before jumping into the sea!

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Race of Tall Ships’ by Reuben, Age 9 Years

One day there was a race of tall ships,
Many people gathered and ate fish and chips.
Fireworks were in the sky,
One was in the shape of a pie.
The race started with a boom,
Sailors rushed onto deck.
Twenty minutes and two ships had sunk,
Everyone cheered even a tramp.
Halfway,
And it was as cold as an artic bay.
It was won
By the racing sun.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall ships Regatta’ by Sam P, Age 9 Years

Tall ships regatta

The fireworks went wiz! Pop! Bang!
And the people went Wow! Woo! What?
And the wind blew and the tall ships nudged the clouds.
But after the race they all went very, very quiet.
When the tall ships sailed they took the wind and sails and the clouds moved.
People cheered and wowed and wooed
As the tall ships sailed into the blue.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Joseph H, Age 9 Years

Tall ships

I can see a rainbow with bright colours in it,
I can see the tall ships floating in the ocean.
I can see the men working on the other ships,
I can see the calm ripples of the water.
I can see the white sails of the tall ships,
I can smell the breeze of the fresh air.
I can smell the workers sweat,
I can smell cakes at the bottom of the boat.
I can smell salt of the sea,
I can hear the eagle’s squeaking in the air.
I can hear the workers laughing,
I can hear the splashing of the water.
I can hear the lightening from the sky.

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Age 9 to 12

The Story of Falmouth by Evelyn Aged 9

One summers day I was reading my book on the beach, when I fell asleep, the tide was coming in very quickly and soon would be at my feet, then it did it got to my feet, then my knees, then my belly, then my neck and then I slowly lifted off the beach into the water and into the sea and away from home, then I woke up and looked around. I realized that I was in the middle of a storm.

Then I saw an island, it wasn’t very far away from where I was and it looked sunny too, so I swam towards it, it took a long time to get there because the waves were so rough but finally I got there, when I did I noticed that there was a big celebration there and they were getting some fireworks ready and they had lots and lots of things like cakes and chocolate and squash and everything you could think of I wondered where I was so I walked to the entrance of the beach and it said welcome to Falmouth beach.

Then a girl like me came over and said, “Are you lost?” I said,”Yes can you help me?” She said, “No but my parents can.” So I said, “Well where are your parents?” “They’re in America but I am sure my grandparents can help. Come on, follow me.” “So what is your name?” I said. She said, “Laura.” “Hi Laura, my name is Amelia.” We went past the beach up the hill, across the field and up another hill and down the valley and then we got there. It was a long way there but we got there in the end, when we did we rang the doorbell and Laura’s grandmother came to the door and said, “Hello, who are you are you Laura’s friend?” Amelia said,” Well sort of, I kind of just met her.” “Though anyway,” said Laura’s grandmother, “What are you doing here? “I don’t know how to get home” said Amelia. Amelia’s grandmother said, “Hmm, follow me and I will try and find a map.” The house was very old fashioned and dusty to quite messy. It had a cracked window too. She lead us into, well what looked like a library but much smaller. She had a bit of a rummage around and then pulled out a map and said, “You will need money too because you might have to catch a ferry, like the King Harry. Here is some money and my address, you can send the money back once you get home.” So Amelia set off on her long journey, she went down the hill, along the alley ways and down to the beach. There she caught the ferry home, when she did she ran up the beach and rang the doorbell. Her mother came to the door and gave her a big bear hug and the lived happily from then on!