Max冬冬

Blue Mountain All night we climbed the mountain, Excited in the dark, The flare from the small lamps up ahead Looked like a tiny spark. We reached the top just as the sun Was wiping the sleep from its eyes And sending out red fingers To investigate the skies. It suddenly leapt out of bed, Wrapped the world in an orange flame, And we gasped in wonder at the sight, This was why we came. We watched the shy blush spread across The face of the bashful sky, We saw the cars like tiny ants In the roads below, crawl by. We heard the birds chirp awake, Saw them flit across to plunder The rose-apples and the hog-plum tree. Heard a waterfall roar like thunder. We washed our faces with the dew, Breathed the perfume of the Four O’Clock, Watched a lizard climb a stone to sun itself, Then scuttle away in shock. We headed back down the mountain, The sun was wide-awake and bright, Our legs were tired and heavy, But inside, our hearts were light.

Say Please, Little Bear Daddy Bear and Little Bear were on their way to playgroup. But Little Bear kept wandering off. “Keep hold of my hand, Little Bear!” said Daddy Bear. “Go gently, Little Bear!” said Daddy Bear at playgroup. But Little Bear didn’t listen. “Little Bear, it isn’t nice to snatch!” “It’s better when we share, Little Bear,” said Daddy Bear. Later, Daddy Bear took Little Bear to Little Bunny’s birthday party. They went shopping on the way. “Please hold my hand, Little Bear!” said Daddy Bear wearily. Then something in the shop window gave Daddy Bear an idea. “Look, Little Bear,” he said. “Mouse wants to speak to us!” “Mouse wants to come to the party too, Little Bear,” said Daddy Bear. “But he hates to be late!” They reached Little Bunny’s party on time. Mouse whispered in Daddy Bear’s ear. “Mouse says, excuse me, please,” said Daddy Bear. Little Bear ran to play on the train. Mouse whispered in Daddy Bear’s ear again. “Mouse says, can she have a ride on the train, please?” Little Bear snatched the popcorn from his friends. Mouse whispered in Daddy Bear’s ear once again. “Mouse says, would you like some popcorn, Bunny and Mole?” When it was time to go, Little Bear stood silently on the doorstep. “Mouse says, thank you for having me,” said Daddy Bear. Little Bear looked at Mouse. Then he looked at Daddy Bear. Then he looked at Little Bunny’s mummy and said, “And thank you for having me.” “Oh, thank you for coming, Little Bear,” smiled Little Bunny’s mummy. “You and Mouse can come and play any time.” “Mouse likes the way you said thank you,” said Daddy Bear. “And so do I.”

Say Please, Little Bear Daddy Bear and Little Bear were on their way to playgroup. But Little Bear kept wandering off. “Keep hold of my hand, Little Bear!” said Daddy Bear. “Go gently, Little Bear!” said Daddy Bear at playgroup. But Little Bear didn’t listen. “Little Bear, it isn’t nice to snatch!” “It’s better when we share, Little Bear,” said Daddy Bear. Later, Daddy Bear took Little Bear to Little Bunny’s birthday party. They went shopping on the way. “Please hold my hand, Little Bear!” said Daddy Bear wearily. Then something in the shop window gave Daddy Bear an idea. “Look, Little Bear,” he said. “Mouse wants to speak to us!” “Mouse wants to come to the party too, Little Bear,” said Daddy Bear. “But he hates to be late!” They reached Little Bunny’s party on time. Mouse whispered in Daddy Bear’s ear. “Mouse says, excuse me, please,” said Daddy Bear. Little Bear ran to play on the train. Mouse whispered in Daddy Bear’s ear again. “Mouse says, can she have a ride on the train, please?” Little Bear snatched the popcorn from his friends. Mouse whispered in Daddy Bear’s ear once again. “Mouse says, would you like some popcorn, Bunny and Mole?” When it was time to go, Little Bear stood silently on the doorstep. “Mouse says, thank you for having me,” said Daddy Bear. Little Bear looked at Mouse. Then he looked at Daddy Bear. Then he looked at Little Bunny’s mummy and said, “And thank you for having me.” “Oh, thank you for coming, Little Bear,” smiled Little Bunny’s mummy. “You and Mouse can come and play any time.” “Mouse likes the way you said thank you,” said Daddy Bear. “And so do I.”

Into the Forest One night I was woken up by a terrible sound. The next morning all was quiet. Dad wasn’t there. I asked Mum when he was coming back but she didn’t seem to know. I missed Dad. The next day Mum asked me to take a cake to Grandma, who was poorly. I love Grandma. She always tells me such fantastic stories. There are two ways to get to Grandma’s house: the long way round, which takes ages, or the short way through the forest. “Don’t go into the forest,” said Mum. “Go the long way round.” But that day, for the first time, I chose the quick way. I wanted to be home in case Dad came back. After a short while I saw a boy. “Do you want to buy a nice milky moo-cow?” he asked. “No,” I said. (Why would I want a cow?) “I’ll swap it for that sweet fruity cake in your basket,” he said. “No, it’s for my poorly grandma,” I said, and walked on. “I’m poorly,” I heard him saying, “I’m poorly…” As I went further into the forest I met a girl with golden hair. “What a sweet little basket,” she said. “What’s in it?” “A cake for my grandma. She’s poorly.” “I’d like a lovely cake like that,” she said. I walked on and could hear her saying, “But it’s a lovely little cake, I’d like one like that…” The forest was becoming darker and colder, and I saw two other children huddling by a fire. “Have you seen our dad and mum?” the boy asked. “No, have you lost them?” “They’re cutting wood in the forest somewhere,” said the girl, “but I wish they’d come back.” As I walked on I could hear the dreadful sound of the girl crying, but what could I do? I was getting very cold and wished that I’d brought a coat. Suddenly I saw one. It was nice and warm, but as soon as I put it on I began to feel scared. I felt that something was following me. I remembered a story that Grandma used to tell me about a bad wolf. I started to run, but I couldn’t find the path. I ran and ran, deeper into the forest, but I was lost. Where was Grandma’s house? At last—there it was! I knocked on the door and a voice called out, “Who’s there?” But it didn’t really sound like Grandma’s voice. “It’s me. I’ve brought a cake from Mum,” I pushed the door open a little. “Come in, dear,” the strange voice called. I was terrified. I slowly crept in. There in Grandma’s bed was … Grandma! “Come here, love,” she sniffed. “How are you?” “I’m all right now,” I said. Then, I heard a noise behind me and turned round … DAD! I told them everything that had happened. We all had a hot drink and I ate two pieces of Mum’s delicious cake. Then we said goodbye to Grandma, who was feeling much better. When we got home I pushed open the door. “Who’s there?” a voice called. “It’s only us,” we said. And Mum came out, smiling.

Into the Forest One night I was woken up by a terrible sound. The next morning all was quiet. Dad wasn’t there. I asked Mum when he was coming back but she didn’t seem to know. I missed Dad. The next day Mum asked me to take a cake to Grandma, who was poorly. I love Grandma. She always tells me such fantastic stories. There are two ways to get to Grandma’s house: the long way round, which takes ages, or the short way through the forest. “Don’t go into the forest,” said Mum. “Go the long way round.” But that day, for the first time, I chose the quick way. I wanted to be home in case Dad came back. After a short while I saw a boy. “Do you want to buy a nice milky moo-cow?” he asked. “No,” I said. (Why would I want a cow?) “I’ll swap it for that sweet fruity cake in your basket,” he said. “No, it’s for my poorly grandma,” I said, and walked on. “I’m poorly,” I heard him saying, “I’m poorly…” As I went further into the forest I met a girl with golden hair. “What a sweet little basket,” she said. “What’s in it?” “A cake for my grandma. She’s poorly.” “I’d like a lovely cake like that,” she said. I walked on and could hear her saying, “But it’s a lovely little cake, I’d like one like that…” The forest was becoming darker and colder, and I saw two other children huddling by a fire. “Have you seen our dad and mum?” the boy asked. “No, have you lost them?” “They’re cutting wood in the forest somewhere,” said the girl, “but I wish they’d come back.” As I walked on I could hear the dreadful sound of the girl crying, but what could I do? I was getting very cold and wished that I’d brought a coat. Suddenly I saw one. It was nice and warm, but as soon as I put it on I began to feel scared. I felt that something was following me. I remembered a story that Grandma used to tell me about a bad wolf. I started to run, but I couldn’t find the path. I ran and ran, deeper into the forest, but I was lost. Where was Grandma’s house? At last—there it was! I knocked on the door and a voice called out, “Who’s there?” But it didn’t really sound like Grandma’s voice. “It’s me. I’ve brought a cake from Mum,” I pushed the door open a little. “Come in, dear,” the strange voice called. I was terrified. I slowly crept in. There in Grandma’s bed was … Grandma! “Come here, love,” she sniffed. “How are you?” “I’m all right now,” I said. Then, I heard a noise behind me and turned round … DAD! I told them everything that had happened. We all had a hot drink and I ate two pieces of Mum’s delicious cake. Then we said goodbye to Grandma, who was feeling much better. When we got home I pushed open the door. “Who’s there?” a voice called. “It’s only us,” we said. And Mum came out, smiling.