In Te Ngahere some students got chosen to write 2 100 word stories and I was one of them. We went on pobble and then we picked a picture to write about
The Fishing Penguin
The moment had arrived. His beady, black eyes narrowed against the blanket of snow that surrounded him, his slick fur looked as dark as the sky at night. The little penguin layed completely still, This might be his only chance to strike.
As the school of fish swam by, the little penguin striked! The fish spread in different directions, but the penguin went after the biggest one. He cornered the fish, but then he saw a MASSIVE fish and the fish saw that he was cornering the other fish and then the big fish ate the little penguin up!
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