Before christ there was clans they all wore in war we all have to make dens and flags we have a clan call.yesterday we split into groups so that our groups are split into two.We all did a thing in the wood were we set a trail for our group to find us .My group did’nt find me the over thin we’ve done is go into the wood close out eyes and try here our group.
Learning
Hello we have been put in to clans for our new topic we are doing stuff about Mesolithic Scotland we have made shelters and clan symbols to identify our clan mates we also made clan calls and trails with sticks and leaves and pine cones. We have been up the woods whittling and playing. When we where making our trails half of our group went to make a trail starting from the school park to our woodland and hid where the trail ends this morning the half that stayed and went to look for the other half was now hiding and making trails.
By Rhys and Oliver
Doctor Who Story: The Angel, Painting and The Regeneration
Hi all, Caspian is back again to write my story I mentioned earlier. Here goes:
The TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space) had materialised in Mesolithic Sweden. Rory stepped out first. “So, we’re on Earth, right, Doctor?” Rory asked The Doctor. “I think so, probably not Britain though.” The Doctor replied.
“I wish Amy was here.” Rory whinged at The Doctor. “Well you were the one that wanted a boys night out!” The Doctor pointed out. “Night is coming, get in the cave.” The Doctor told Rory.
“Oh look, a cave painting of a Dalek! How settling(!)” Rory pointed out. “And a Weeping Angel.” The Doctor continued off Rory. “Well, at least its a painting, right?” Rory hoped with glee. ” Even if it was it still would be dangerous.” The Doctor pointed out. “Great we are going to die(!)” Rory said, thinking it was over. “It is over, Rory, or very well could be. If I wasn’t around. I just need to use my sonic screwdriver.” The Doctor said, reading it off his psychic paper. Suddenly, the Dalek came to life! “EXTERMINATE!” It said its war cry with a harsh emotionless robotic voice.
The Dalek shot the Doctor and he started regenerating, a Time Lords way of stopping death, and blasted the aliens through a crack in space and time.
“Rory, we’re leaving.” The newly regenerated Doctor said.
The End
Mum made us a dalek cake today, it was filled with fruit pastilles when the cake was cut open!
My favourite Doctor Who, the eleventh.
