Over the past few weeks the Year 6 children have been learning about traditional tales and investigating authorial techniques and how authors engage their audiences. In order to show this in their own writing the children chose a traditional fairy-tale and wrote from the ‘bad guys’ point of view; justifying their actions and drawing the audience into their stories. All of the children did a great job on their stories and provided their teachers with much amusement.
Sam Diamond’s piece is an exceptional example – it is humorous, engages the audience through an informal, chatty style, and he was also able to use speech punctuation to excellent effect.
An excellent job Sam! Well done
The Three Billy Goat’s Gruff
By Sam Diamond
Once upon a time this, once upon a time that. Well, it’s all wrong, the story of the so-called ‘Three Billy Goats Gruff’. They’re more like three-silly-toads-who-eat-my-turf. I am the troll, John, and I am in fact quite handsome, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I’ll tell you the PROPER story:
July the eighth, it was, the day I finished planting, watering, and even cleaning my field. You see, I’m a farmer, and it had just been harvest-season, so I needed to re-plant my crops (so they would be ready for next harvest-season). I remembered I still needed to build a bridge facing north, so the goat tribe could trade with me. So I got to work.
A while later, after I had finished the bridge, I heard some squealish goats talking about my hill.
“Hey!” I called over to them goats, “Hey! I still have a few crops leftover, you could trade with me!”
“Really?” the smallest goat called back in a scream-ish voice, “Coming!”
I thought I had made business; clearly I was wrong.
In a jiffy, this tiny goat had appeared smack in the middle of my bridge.
“Oh, hello,” I said in my nice, friendly voice, “Let’s trade, £3 for a loaf of bread or buy three for £8?”
Now, I cannot describe how ugly this goat was. He was so ugly, I almost didn’t want to trade with him. Uch! His face! It was all messed up; his nose was low and his horns grew where his ears were!
“Did you mention food?” he yelled, in a high, shrill voice. Then he just zoomed through my legs and started eating my field!
Before I could do anything about it, another goat, this time a bit bigger, landed on my bridge. Even though I told you the first goat was ugly, this goat was uglier. He had the same problems as the first one, and his eyes were wonky! My, there is something wrong with these goats!
“You want some jam?” I asked, in my usual, friendly voice, “£4 a jar?”
“Jam?” he exclaimed, “Yum yum!”
I should’ve seen it coming, oh well. The uglier goat zoomed through my legs and started terrorizing my farm, eating all my jam. All of it. Licking the jars clean.
Again, before I could do anything about it, another goat was standing there, right in the middle of the bridge. I know, I know, I said the goats were ugly, but this big goat was the ugliest. He had the same problems as the other goats, and his mouth was wonky! Honestly…
“Would you like some fresh apple juice?” I asked, again, in my friendly voice, “£6 a bottle?”
“Juice?!” he screamed, and his voice was so high-pitched I could barely take it.
“It costs money,” I told him, quite sternly. The rest was all a blur. I remember the goat ramming into me, pushing me into the cold, murky, water of the lake.
Here I am now, living with my wolf friend, writing my story, in a wooden lodge in the Bahamas. a beautiful place, the Bahamas is. But those were some robbing, greedy, vile (and ugly) goats.
You see, the goats made up the bits about me being ugly and all that “Whose that tripping over my bridge?” stuff.