Howard Carter's Diary

Dear Diary,

Today is my final chance to find Tutankhamen, the boy king's tomb. I've been searching for five years FOREVER!

I continued digging like I did yesterday. Suddenly I hit something hard. I felt so excited that I dug so furiously my arms almost came off! Then I looked at the progress I was making. I noticed there was a step. I kept on digging. Then there was another step, and another, and another, and another! Soon I finished clearing the dirt. I contacted Lord Carnavon and told him about it. He rushed over to Egypt. We both walked down the steps with a torch descending into the darkness...

Suddenly we hit a dead end. It was blocked with bricks. The strange thing was that some of the bricks were different colours. That means that someone probably broke in already and replaced it with a different colour brick. I was disappointed at first but then I noticed that the colours were spread out. That means that they only dug small holes and they couldn't possibly take out lots of big treasures! We started taking the bricks out one by one. Then we hit another dead end and did the same. Suddenly we entered a room full of gold and treasures. Then we saw something in the middle of the room, that something was...

To be continued...

Tutankhamen's Sarcophagus! It was made of gold. Gems and jewels were on the sarcophagus. Hieroglyphics filled the room, everywhere you look there was hieroglyphics. On the canopic jars, on the sarcophagus, even on the walls! It took us several days just to carry it all out. People from all around the globe came to Egypt just to come and see this, it was hard keeping everyone out.

After a few weeks we eventually carried everything to the museum. I can't believe I actually found King Tut, the boy king's tomb!

From: Howard Carter

By Phoebe

The Bird Lady

Today Sylvia Durrant (aka The Bird Lady) came to our school. We hurried to Ruru Block and she had some cages and a cute, large dog (well to me it was cute). "Name some NZ native birds." she said. "Tui, Kea, Kakapo, Albatross, Morepork, Fantails, Kereru, Kiwis, Little Blue Penguin and Kingfisher!" were some of the answers.

First she got two little cages. Inside were two types of birds, Goldfinches and Silvereye. We passed it around. I'll describe it in one word...cute ADORABLE!!! Then she got a box. Carefully, she used a cloth to take out something... "SCREEEEEEECH!!!" came a deafening noise. Out of the box came a small Morepork. "This is a predator." she said. You could see his claws opening and shutting. "When he shuts his claws it is completely locked. The only way to unlock is making it land on a branch." Mrs Durrant explained.

Then she shoved it back in the box. The Bird Lady moved towards a cage with a purple towel over the top. Then she pulled out a Tui as if she was performing a magic trick! She pulled it close up to the excited crowd and started talking about it. "This one is a male because it has a red beak and red feet!" After that she let her Missy, her dog go. She automatically walked to people, letting them pat her. Soon we went back to class. 

I have to say this is one of my most amazing, exciting, and astonishing experiences EVER!!!

2 Little Bunnies Came To School

2 Little Bunnies Came To School

Today we went to see these 2 adorable, fluffy bunnies in RM16! They were with stripes, hopping around, eating vegetables.

They were lop-eared bunnies which means they're ears are flopping down. All bunnies have a small cotton tail so I called them Cotton and Coco after my own bunnies that died.

What I found really strange was the colours were odd comparing to other cute bunnies. 

Bye Cotton and Coco, hope you find your owners! They're actual name is Bubble and Squeak!

Bubble and Squeak! XOXOXO (Yes, I would actually kiss and hug two fluffy, cute bunny rabbits!)

A Lighthouse Poem

The Lighthouse...

Smells like the salty seawater.

Tastes like dry oak wood.

Sounds like seagulls fighting for fish.

Feels like an old sea house.

Looks like a house on stilts.

Poem by

Phoebe

WWl cinquain poem

WWI

Muddy,hungry

Fighting,shooting,bombing

Nobody liked the war

ANZACs

Pinehill ANZAC service

Today at school we had a ANZAC service. We were supposed to be quiet but I heard lots of other people from other classes chatting. Clement read the Flanders Field poem and Ty read the Ode poem in Maori and English. The musician who was our guest played The Last Post on the trumpet. I have to say he was really good. I saw the NZ flag going up and down on the flagpole. After he played the song we put our poppies on the stage. There was another song that I think was called little red poppy. We went out of the hall quietly and remembered the ANZACs who spent there lives saving ours.

Letter from WWII

Dear my loving family,Cold nights, muddy days, stew for every meal. The sound of gunfire day and night. Right now I'm in the stupid muddy trench. Shells and eggs have been dropping. I've been having a headache from all the bombs. I have been at the frontline once and I don't want to go again. I thought it would be exciting but now I regret it. Can you please send some socks and those biscuits for the other ANZACs, thanks. I wish I could come home.From your loving daughter, Phoebe.

I found this poppy for you.

Mrs Ward's WW1 quilts

Yesterday Mrs Ward showed us her two quilts made out of her grandad, Gainor and his two brothers Ernest and Alban's letters. Ernest died on the 22nd of August 1918 and Alban died on the 29th of August 1918. Ernest died by having a wash in a pond but the Turks threw a shell/bomb in the pond, unfortunately he died and his family was sent a telegram from the telegram boy. Seven days later Alban died but nobody knew how. Gainor survived but he went missing. The telegram boy had to go to the house again but he didn't know that he was just lost so he kept the letter. Later he was found and he is 93 and still lives in the same house in Devenport.

Article by Phoebe Lin

Nature

Nature

The trees are dancing

in the wind.

The leaves are bungy jumping

off the branches.

The birds are chatting

to the sun.

The flowers are wearing

beautiful dresses.

The clouds are playing

dress-up happily.

Writing

I remember that I used to have a tiny,soft,pink teddy bear from the pet shop called Pinky. I used to take to the mall and to church. She came with a sparkly,mini,peach pink tutu that shimmered and glimmered like fireworks in the sunshine. One night I left it on the edge of the sofa then my dog, Luby took it and bit it into pieces. In the morning all I found was a pile of wool. I felt sad and angry. I even accused my sister because Luby was too cute to who would of done that even though I knew it that my puppy did it.