The Rule of Law School Assembly (A British Values Assembly)

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Wrapped up in their parkers the inhabitants of Shnoll trudge across the vast ice flats to work. Their land is a land of cold and ice. The snow glistens against the pure blue sky.  Tui and her friends slowly make their way between the icy green lakes that divide the frozen land. As they walk they chime bells and not only bells but cymbals and spoons, the cheerful tunes warm their souls. At the foot of the mountains, sit the factories, two huge rotating mirrored spheres that harness the power of the sun. And within the metallic domes, occurs the most important work on Shnoll.

Tui glanced up at the mirrored roof and tapped the control screen. Like a Mexican wave of one thousand unfolding butterfly wings, the mirrored roof panels flicked open one by one. Almost instantly the dome began to warm.  Tui lifted her face and closed her eye’s as the heat bathed her skin. After a short pause she began her work harvesting the produce that thrived within the huge dome. Gigantic juicy berries hung from the growing frames, brilliant purple pumpkins burst from the earth beneath.  The sound of juicers and presses hummed on the balconies above and the sweet smell of syrups, jams and drinks drifted on the air. The dome was a wonderful place to work.

Why do you think that the domes are so important to the inhabitants of Shnoll?

Example answers: They’re warm, they’re safe, they have lots of food there, they provide shelter.

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Tui’s favourite job was tending to the live stock. She had a particular soft spot for the moas, huge gentle chicken like creatures as large as a horse. Tui blew her bird whistle, the corn crop in the distance began to move from side to side as if a sudden wind had entered the dome. The wave moved forward through the cotton plantation and then the familiar squawks and screeches of the moa came. As the wave rushed forward they emerged from the foliage. Obedient as ever the moas gathered around Tui, their brightly patterned nervous heads twitched from side to side, they clucked inquisitively and their gigantic claws scratched at the ground. With a tuneful blow on the whistle, the moas began to follow Tui to the feeding troughs. Everything in the dome worked on a smooth schedule. While Tui fed the giant moa, Sponyo would scour the crop fields for their nests and harvest the huge speckled  moa eggs. One egg was so gigantic that it could feed a whole family for a week.

And so you can see why the domes were so important for Shnoll. Away from the harsh wintery conditions all of the food for the entire land was produced. The domes were so essential that they were protected by strict law. The rule of the law stated that everyone must pay tax to help with the upkeep of the dome; that nobody must vandalise the dome; that stealing food from the dome was strictly prohibited; and that all of the livestock should be treated humanely. And so in this way the inhabitants of Shnoll could ensure that the dome produced enough food for the entire land.

What are some of the laws in your country?

No stealing, no vandalism, obey speed limits, treat animals humanely.

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Tui poured the last of the seed into the rusty metal trough, she worked her way around the group of moas gently stroking their thick brown feathers. The moas huddled close to her. Sponyo’s cheerful voice echoed across the dome, “And how are our lovely moa’s today?” he called.

“They’re looking great,” replied Tui, “This new feed has really helped to bring out the sheen on their tail feathers,” she added as she lovingly stroked the long vibrant blue tail feathers. Sponyo smiled. “The snow hogs were looking good this morning as well. I’m going to extend their pen a little more over the next few weeks, it seems to make all of the difference.” A loud smashing noise interrupted their conversation. The moas scattered and Tui scanned the mirrored roof for cracked glass. “It’s not the roof,” muttered Sponyo calmly putting down his bulging wheel barrow of eggs.  Another distant crash rang out. Tui pulled out her head phones and looked around in puzzlement. “This has been going on all morning,” continued Sponyo . “I’m surprised that you haven’t noticed.”

What do you think is causing the crashing noise?

Example answers: Ice melting, glass breaking, rocks falling, a yeti, a manic moa,  a riot outside of the dome.

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“What is it?”asked Tui worriedly. “It’s them outside, those from the deep mountains,” he began. “We might have the rule of the law in here but there, there are no rules, no laws. As the winters became harsher this was always likely to happen. Your parents must have mentioned the problems to you.” Tui remembered the stories of the strange creatures that dwelled deep within the far mountains but she didn’t ever imagine that the creatures would leave their homes and journey to the plains. With no laws out there chaos was always likely,” continued Sponyo.  “Look on the bright side, we are lucky here, we have the rule of the law. We can continue to work together to make sure that there is enough food to go around. It’s safe here.”  Tui nodded but she could not get the thought out of her head. With every crash and call from the outside she envisioned all that they had worked so hard for lost to the chaos and cold. She grasped the smooth bird whistle in her pocket and gently pressing it against her lips she blew. A high pitched tune echoed around the dome. With a squawk and a thump the moas returned from the fields.  “I’m going out there,” declared Tui. “I’m going to tell them about the dome and our laws, I will show them how life can be.” From the tangled vines Tui began to Platte a rope, she twisted the fibres tightly together. Gently stroking the moas back she ran her fingers through its thick feathers. The gigantic bird lowered its neck, Tui hopped her leg up onto its stumpy wing and with a heave and a push she launched herself on to the back of the bird. Draping her newly fashioned ropes around the gentle beast’s neck she made a crude set of reins to guide the moa. Tui whispered kindly and clenched the reins tight. The moa lifted its head and jerked forward. It’s long scaly legs moved swiftly as they charged towards the dome exit.  Sponyo called out after her but it was too late.

What do you think the mountain creatures will look like?

Example answers: scary, strange, ogres, goblins, yetis, snowmen.

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The blizzard on the outside was thick. Calls and crashes travelled on the wind. The moa fluffed up its thick feathers and glanced around in the white. Slowly through the snow the figures appeared. As they loomed nearer Tui’s heart began to race, she remembered childhood stories of the strange mountain creatures. The arguing was intense but as they came in to sight the creatures looked no different to herself. “You stole my pumpkin,” shouted an angry figure.

“Nice food is not just for the rich,” yelled a small beast  as it dashed past arms full of red berries. In hot pursuit came a third furious figure yelling and bleating, “thief, thief, thief!” She shook her fists in fury.  Pulling hard on the moa’s reins Tui charged towards the group. A spray of snow filled the air and she skidded to a halt. Slowly the moa inquisitively clucked and plodded circling the furious figures. They stared on in disbelief. Imagine how you would feel if you were approached by a mysterious rider aback a gigantic chicken like creature and you will have an idea of the shocked faces that stared up at Tui. The thief wobbled, dropped a few berries and continued to run. Again Tui slapped down on the reins and the moa sprang into the air, its dumpy wings flapped and fluttered. With a thud the moa landed in front of the thief and he slid to the floor with a terrified look on his face. Rearing into the air the moa screeched, the thief’s eyes grew wide. “Why are you stealing?” boomed Tui.

The figure stumbled to its feet, “There is not enough food to go around,” he stuttered meekly.

Do Sponyo, Tui and the other dome workers argue like this? No


Example answers: They have laws to protect them, they are happy, they have enough food, they work together.

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“You!” shouted Tui pointing at another figure, “why are you taking more than your share?” Nervously the figure replied, “there are no laws here, I can take as much as I like.” Tui climbed down on to the crisp white ground. “And look where it has gotten you,” she muttered raising her head. She pulled her flashing communication screen from her parker and tapped the unlock symbol to display the dome’s cameras. “Look”, she whispered kindly. The figures gathered around the glowing screen, the blizzard howled around them. They looked at each other as the cameras revealed the calm, lush environment inside the dome. Happy, organised workers peacefully went about their daily tasks. “In there, there are laws,” declared Tui in a serious voice. “They protect us all so that life is fair, so that there is no stealing, so that all of us are safe.” Surrounded by the bleak cold, the huddled figures remained silent. Tui paused, scanning their thoughtful faces, she could see hope. “If I offered you now a future like the one you see here, in the dome, what would you say?” It was an easy question to answer, a future where they felt safe, and where they all had enough food and shelter certainly seemed like something worth striving for. The three figures nodded in agreement. “So it is decided then,” said Tui confidently, “you will go and spread the word and introduce your laws to the land.” The group filled with excitement. Their faces glowed in wonder as they continued to watch the hive of activity captured on the display screen. “I didn’t want to argue in the first place,” said the tiny figure thoughtfully. He offered a fist full of berries to his victim. Grasping his hand softly she accepted the berries and smiled. And so the three snowy figures set off back to the mountains to pass on their message, this time they did not argue, instead debating and discussing they disappeared in to the distance. Tui pulled herself up on to the moa, let out a deep sigh of relief and still smiling buried her cheeks in to the bird’s downy feathers. The moa cooed peacefully. Wearily the pair of intrepid adventurers turned towards the feint shape of the dome.  Riding through the glistening landscape, Tui felt warmed inside knowing that she had planted the seed of peace and calm. Soon happiness would return to the cold snowy plains of Shnoll.

Why are laws important?

Example answers: They protect the public, they make sure that everyone is treated fairly, they help to make a place safe.

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Tolerance of Those of Different Faiths and Beliefs School Assembly (A British Values School Assembly)


Tolerance of Those of Different Faiths and Beliefs School Assembly (A British Values School Assembly)

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How many different faiths can you name?

Example answers: Buddhism, Sikhism, Islam, Hinduism, Christianity

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Do all faiths have the same beliefs?

Answer: No

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Within the Hoodoo Forest grew the most gigantic, towering trees. It would take one hundred children stood hand in hand to be able to give these prehistoric trunks a hug. And the trees were even taller than they were wide. The spongy, brown bark supported layer after layer of sprouting lush branches. Each branch of the tree was home to a different type of marvellous mysterious insect. It was a paradise for any budding biologist.

Kelowna buzzed amongst the bark, her large eyes darted from side to side, she always seemed to be moving in one way or another. Her hairy pink feet gripped the mossy trunk as she explored the drooping lichens that sprouted from the branches like the wispy beard of an old wizards chin. At lunch time, the whole branch of creatures came together to eat. The squeaking noise was the signal, a sound much like a high pitched squeak of a dog’s toy. The air filled with the enquiring squeaking of insect after insect. As the message spread, more and more insects gathered at the point where the branch and trunk joined. Eagerly, Kelowna approached the meeting place in anticipation of her lunch. Her stomach rumbled and she imagined the wondrous feast that awaited. But Kelowna would have to wait a little longer than she expected for this meal...

Why do you think that Kelowna’s dinner will be delayed?

Example answers: It got burnt, the branch snaps, it is too crowded.

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Floating in the wind, she spotted the golden feather, she could not believe her eyes. Why was it not safe in its place deep within the tree trunk? Kelowna buzzed forward to grab the glistening feather. As she reached a gust of wind caught the feather and it wafted off into a turbulent spin. Kelowna let out a loud squeak and alerted the attention of the other branch dwellers. Beeping and squeaking, buzzing and chirping, and clicking and singing the insects erupted into argument. Why was the feather not guarded? How could they have been so careless? The golden feather was the most prized object in the whole of Kelowna’s world. Her people believed that it came from the golden nutcracker, the bird that had planted the seed that their tree, and indeed their whole world, had grown from.

“Someone must retrieve it immediately,” clicked Kelowna’s mother, Okanga. Needing no encouragement Kelowna buzzed into the air. “I will go,” she declared. “There is no time for arguing, I saw the feather drift up there,” she pointed at the branch high above their heads. “If I go now, I can stop it before it blows further away.” And so without further deliberation Kelowna found herself buzzing through the vibrant leaves up to the branch above.

This was a big deal, branch dwellers just didn’t explore outside of their own safe, familiar leafy branch. Kelowna had not stopped to think about what she might find. What she did find was more different than she had ever expected. The leaves on the branch above were orange, a firey orange not like the bright green foliage of her home land. Standing amongst the flickering leaves was a gigantic, slender insect with three beady eyes. Although there were three eyes, they were not so different from her own. She saw them and they saw her! Waving in the creatures many claws was the glistening, golden feather. There were many more three eyed insects gathered around the creature. “ The golden dove has gifted us with another of its feathers” decreed the strange insect. “The dove that gives us the sun, that makes our mighty tree grow,” he continued.

Kelowna furiously buzzed from side to side, the feather was from the golden nut cracker, it wasn’t from a dove! What was this insect chirping on about. She just couldn’t help herself, she really cared about the feather and before she knew what she was doing Kelowna was shouting at the top of her voice. “It’s a nutcracker feather you buffoon, it didn’t come from a golden dove!” The branch fell silent, and then she noticed the eyes! Hundreds of angry red eyes all staring at her. “How dare you,” shouted a voice from amongst the crowd. Here, here agreed a hundred furious voices. Kelowna’s antennae’s began to flash red with embarrassment, she felt slightly sick and noticed that her wings were beginning to shake.

Why do all of the three eyed creatures feel angry?

Example answer: Kelowna is not being tolerant of their beliefs.

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The fiery leaves around began to rustle, there was a mighty gust and the feather whirled into the air. Following the feather, Kelowna darted into the sky and up high amongst the magenta leaves. The grumbling and ranting below began to fade and Kelowna emerged through the thick sea of leaves. She popped out on the beautiful pale bark of the branch above. The branch was smooth and gnarled like that of a piece of drift wood washed up on a lonely beach. Panting for her breath, she caught a glimpse of the golden feather disappearing between the layers of the smooth bark. Kelowna fearlessly followed the feather. Carefully, she pulled open the layers of the bark and squeezed inside. She bounced onto the cushion like surface below and there sticking out of the strangest sucker that you can imagine was the golden feather. At the end of the sucker was an even stranger creature. Imagine a snail with a sucker for a nose and a sequin for a shell and you will have small idea of the sight that met Kelowna’s eyes. Letting out a muffled squawk the creature’s sucker began to trumpet. The bark squelched as the suckers of creature after creature emerged from the branch. “The lightning bird feather has returned, the bird that brought the lightning strike that struck our branch giving us the crevasse that we now call home,” squawked a suckered face. Kelowna knew it was a bad idea but she just couldn’t help herself “It’s a nutcracker feather, and it’s ours, you are wrong” she bellowed. The bark began to rumble with the complaints of furious shelled creatures. “It is the lightning bird’s feather,” argued a voice from within the bark.

What could Kelowna do differently?

Example answer: She could respect the beliefs of others and not tell them that their beliefs are wrong.

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The crevasse became hot and noisy as the creatures ranted and shouted, and Kelowna felt awful. Disturbed by the heat the feather began to wave. A gust of air caught the feather and it wisped out of the bark crevasse and into the open air beyond the branch. Kelowna darted for the gap in the bark and with a squeeze and a pop she found herself tumbling after the feather. The branch shook with angry voices.


High above the golden feather floated. Kelowna stretched forth reaching for the feather but it gusted up through the tar black foliage. The leaves above dripped like a poisonous oil spill. It was dark up there, very dark. The air smelt heavy like petrol. In the darkness the golden feather glistened. Tiny light after tiny began to glow. A hundred flickering noses emerged from the darkness. The glowing noses of the koodoo bug. Amongst the flickering noses the feather finally settled. “It is the feather of the glow eagle,” came a voice from the shadows. “The eagle that first brought us high up to our home on this branch.” Of course Kelowna did not agree with this. She took a breath and paused. She had seen that everyone she had met had their own strong beliefs about the feather. Not respecting the beliefs of the other creatures had worked out horribly on the other branches and further more she felt terrible about it all. Kelowna decided that everyone had the right to their own beliefs. She did not have to change her own beliefs about the feather, but she did need to be more tolerant about the beliefs and views of others.

Should Kelowna have to keep her own beliefs quiet?

Example answer: No, everyone has a right to their beliefs and to be treated respectfully. The beliefs of others should be respected.

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And so politely and gently Kelowna began to explain to the Koodoo bugs about her journey to retrieve the feather. Kelowna continued to tell the bugs of the importance of the feather to the creatures of her branch. The koodoo bugs did not agree with Kelowna’s story about the origins of the feather and so their following actions came as a great surprise to her. Despite their differing beliefs the bugs stopped and listened. They made it clear that they did not agree but they could see what the feather meant to Kelowna. And that is how Kelowna found herself tightly clutching the golden feather, buzzing proudly back towards her branch.

All of the creatures of the tree had their own beliefs about the feather and Kelowna had learned to be more tolerant and respectful of the beliefs of others.

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Individual Liberty School Assembly (A British Values School Assembly)


Individual Liberty School Assembly (A British Values School Assembly)

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What is individual liberty? Example answers: The right to be free and to enjoy rights and privileges.


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Can you give an example of how you feel free? Example answers: Able to read what books you like, able to make friends and play with whoever you choose, able to go to the after school clubs that interest you.

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Oron had trained for this day for years. It was early in his life when he chose to follow in his Grand Father’s footsteps and become a trench diver. Grand Father’s stories of the mysterious ocean trenches had always fascinated him. He was inspired when it came to the time to choose his subjects at school and he selected everything that could help him with his career as a diver. Stood at the bottom of Mount Storm he contemplated the long journey that had brought him here. His navigation lessons would surely pay off if the mountain mist drew in, the hours in the lab studying life below the ocean would keep him safe and the relentless physical training would give him the stamina that he needed to reach his goal.

In what way has Oron enjoyed individual liberty? Example answers: Oron was able to choose a subject to study and a job that he would like to do.

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At the bottom of the trench lay his quarry, Muggle Fuggers! Muggle Fuggers were the most precious of creatures to Oron and his people. The strange coral like beasts were not much to look at, like miniature volcanic rocks the dull porous structures clung to the sea bed in the deepest corners of the ocean. Within the rocky exterior of these creatures was a force powerful enough to heat the whole of Oron’s village. The core of the Muggle Fugger glowed like the heart of a volcano and for centuries Oron’s town had collected the beasts. Trapped within huge aquariums the heat from the Muggle Fugger was harvested and pumped to supply the town with hot water. When Oron was young his Mother would always remind him to be thankful to the creatures for one day the miraculous Muggle Fugger heating system would run out. That day had come and plunged into the cold the town had selected the very best divers to take on the perilous journey down to the bottom of the ocean trench. Oron felt full of pride but it was no random chance that he was standing, waiting prepared for his challenge.

Morning light was breaking as the team reached the summit of the mountain, it was only from this height that they could be sure enough to gather enough speed to reach the bottom of the ocean trench. A final check of the oxygen gauge, the clicking of safety clasps and with one leap of faith the rush of cold air across Oron’s face. He plummeted from the shear mountain, keeping his body as straight as an arrow he cut through the air. The freedom was out of this world. As soon as he saw a cloud below him the cold feeling of its vapour was chilling his cheeks as he cut through it. He felt more alive than ever before. Birds appeared like blurs as he careered towards the water like a human missile. Oron clenched his stomach tight and used all of his energy to ensure that he was perfectly positioned for entry into the ocean. The glistening water came into view. Like a diving sea bird he penetrated the surface, bubbles effervesced around him as he cut through the water at speed. The ocean was a beautiful turquoise. Oron could make out shadows and shapes in the blue below. Suddenly he questioned their calculations. What if they had picked the wrong spot? What if those shadows were rocks! He would never be able to stop himself at such a speed. As soon as Oron felt that he was upon the shadows the ocean opened up beneath him, the turquoise turned to a deep green and he breathed out a sigh of relief. His diving suit had absorbed the impact of the ocean entry, and with momentum slowing he relaxed a little. The dark canyon of the ocean trench gradually engulfed him. Oron twisted and turned to keep his path away from the sheer rocks that now projected either side of his flanks. Through the murk all manner of strange sea life came into view. Ferocious looking fish with bogged eyes and distorted fearsome teeth. Glowing squid like beasts with tusks that revolved like a drill slowly boring a hole through the water. Oron tapped his oxygen gauge, it was running low. He must be near the trench bottom. Suddenly a trench shark darted out from amongst the rocks. It snapped with its needle like teeth. Swiftly, Oron reached for his ink pouch and with a firm squeeze he popped it. The water filled with a cloud of purple putrid ink. The sensitive shark’s nose took one sniff and turned away swimming off into the depths. The ink cloud began to clear and through the fading purple wisps gradually appeared a sight that warmed Oran’s heart. Like a city of volcanic skyscrapers below, the Muggle Fuggers came into sight. Instead of windows these structures glowed red inside their cracked surface showing their molten centres. As Oron loomed nearer, suddenly the cracks snapped shut releasing jets of bubbles into the ocean. The sulphuric bubbles collected and popped on his mask. Even through the breathing equipment Oron could feel the heat from the Muggle Fuggers. Carefully he unsheathed his chisel and began to chip away at where the Muggle Fuggers were rooted to the bedrock below. He felt a burning sensation in his hand, looking at where he was gripping the Muggle Fugger he could see that the cracked surface had reopened. The molten insides glowed brighter than he had ever imagined. From within the glowing depths of the Muggle Fugger came a voice. Nobody had ever mentioned that Muggle Fuggers could talk!

How would you feel if you were a Muggle Fugger? Example answers: like my freedom was being taken away, angry, cheated, controlled.

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At first Oron could not believe it, he froze. The voice came again. “Let me go you brute,” ordered the disgruntled Muggle Fugger. “I know what you’re here for...” continued the creature “...taking us away to heat your home,You should be ashamed! We don’t want to live up there. How would you like it if we came up to the surface and then dragged you back down into the ocean to live? We have a right to make our own choices!” Unwittingly the Muggle Fugger had hit a nerve. Oron had always felt thankful for the choices that he was able to make in his life. He had felt honoured and free when he first chose to become a trench diver. He had loved his time managing his studies and enjoying the freedom of his time after school. All of this was part of his individual liberty to be free, to make his own choices. And now here he was about to take that liberty away from this being. Oron paused and reflected on his journey. Gently he put his chisel back into the sheath. He carefully released the Muggle Fugger and began to back away. “Wait,” shouted the Muggle Fugger, “we can come to a compromise.” The Muggle Fugger’s eyes opened wide, his burning red pupils stared hard at Oron. Slowly, thoughtfully the Muggle Fugger explained his plan. “This is my only offer... you go back to the surface and get a pipe, the longest pipe that your people can build. Attach a hefty weight to that pipe and drop it down the trench to me. When you require heat you will send payment down the pipe.”

“Payment? “ questioned an intrigued Oron.

“You heard me correctly,” continued the Muggle Fugger in a serious tone. “I will accept food as payment. Something juicy that we cannot get down in these depths, your finest fruits perhaps. In return I will climb into the pipe and send you some heat.” The Muggle Fugger’s eyes burst into flame, his ashen exterior began to crack and he started to glow like a fallen, molten, meteorite. The heat was unbearable, Oron’s skin felt like it would scorch. Not a moment too soon calmly the Muggle Fugger closed his eyes and the glow began to fade. Oron had never felt heat like it. He knew that this plan would work. He knew that the heat would be enough to rise through the pipe to his village. Oron beamed with excitement. “Deal,” he announced with glee.

Do you think that this is now fair?

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And so the Muggle Fuggers were left free, their individual liberty to make their own choices was respected and never again were they taken from their homes. And as for Oran’s village, it radiated with heat from the new heating pipe system and all it cost was an occasional fruit or two!

Can you remember what individual liberty is? Can you give an example of individual liberty? Example answers: The right to be free and to enjoy rights and privileges.

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Democracy School Assembly (A British Values School Assembly)

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Can you think of a situation where you have voted for something?

Example answers: school council, choosing which game to play at playtime, deciding on teams, sharing tasks, making choices over classroom activities.

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How would you feel if only one person was always allowed to make the choice and your opinion was never considered?

Example answers: frustrated, unfair , powerless, confused, controlled.

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Mr Kakariki entered the room, and the class fell quiet. The children loaded up their paper thin, learning screens ready for the lesson to begin.  You couldn’t always guarantee that Mr Kakariki would actually use the computer screens,  he liked to surprise! He was the kind of teacher that you remembered, his eyes twinkled with interest and he always listened. But today it was as if Mr Kakariki had lost his mind. “Morning,” he greeted the children in his usual calm, friendly manner. He continued in the same tone, “over to you Kakaw”,  pointing at a particularly energetic child at the front of the class. “I’m not leading today, I’m taking the day easy,” laughed Mr Kakariki. With that, unbelievably, Mr Kakariki sashayed to the back of the room, pulled out a sleeping pod and put his legs up. All six of his legs!

At first Kakaw was shocked, he stood at the front of the class staring in disbelief. It wasn’t long before Kakaw began to see that this could be a brilliant turn of events. His rules, his way! A broad smile swept across his face.  He lent forward and declared, “rules for the day:  You can use screens as much as you like, but only for playing games!” Rule 2:  everyone must join in with my games to make them as fun as possible. First game, laser tag! Without more encouragement the children ran for their laser taggers and attached their light weight laser receiver vests. “You can go anywhere in the school, the only thing that you cannot do is reset your laser receivers,”  added Kakaw. The sensitive, laser receiver vests kept count of how many times a player was tagged and Kakaw’s fantastic plan was to have a whole day laser tag competition to declare the true champion of the school.

Is this a democracy?

Feet scuttled, children whispered and the building fell silent as everyone took up their positions. Kakaw rolled underneath the table and hid in the shadows close to the wall. At first it was brilliant fun. Lasers fizzed around the room and receivers buzzed as the children battled. Kakaw jumped in shock as his receiver beeped and vibrated. Slowly turning his head he spotted Skip hiding amongst the vines in the corner of the class. As soon as Skip had taken his shot, he ducked off to find a new position. Kakaw felt furious, this was his game, how could he have been tagged already! He couldn’t lose. As soon as his buzzer had stopped vibrating a laser tagger steadily appeared over the edge of the table. The bright pink laser beam shot straight towards his receiver and shattered in to a 1000 sparkling stars. Kangoo had stealthily crept unseen on to the top of the table and the whole while she had waited for the perfect shot. Kakaw stormed off to find a new place to hide.

A bright blue laser beam burst across the room, from behind the chairs a fountain of blue and yellow sparkles sprayed into the air. A player had been hit and this meant one thing, someone was scoring big points!

Kakaw panicked and rolled in to the storage cupboard. His laser armour clattered and clunked as he came to a stop. Gradually Kakaw caught his breath, and hands shaking he reached down for his laser receiver. Glancing around in the darkness he gave a quick tap to reset the glowing, green screen.  A large zero began to intermittently flash on his refreshed, screen! From amongst the shadows a red light emanated. Two all seeing glowing circles shone brightly. Skip had turned on his night vision goggles and he had seen Kakaw's creeping. He pushed his red emergency button and the game over siren echoed out around the building.

Everyone swiftly gathered in the classroom.

“He pressed his receiver,” accused Skip, reluctantly pointing at Kakaw.

“Let me check offered,” Kangoo “I know I tagged him once so there should at least be a score of one on his screen,”  she explained. The guilty, green zero flickered on Kakaw’s receiver. His eyes were lowered. Suddenly a smile crept across his face. “My game, my rules he rule, I can reset my receiver whenever I wish.” The room exploded into a rumble of  arguments, “this is not fair,” shouted Skip. Amongst the loud voices nobody had noticed that Mr Kakariki had rejoined the group, he was not tall but yet as he spoke it seemed like he filled the room. “ Excuse me, it is clear that this is not working,” began Mr Kakariki. “But you promised that you would not lead the class today and here you are taking control,” began Kakaw as politely as he could.

“That’s correct,” replied Mr Kakariki softly. “I won’t lead the class,” he patiently added. “Let’s have a vote to select a few people to represent the group. Of course Kakaw, you can be one of the representatives,” he continued. One by one the childrens’ names were called out and they voted for 4 new leaders. Skip beamed when he heard his name called. Hand after hand slowly raised up into the air and the fortunate Skip was selected. The 5 leaders gathered at the front of the class.

What is a democracy?

Example answer: A system where people vote to decide who leads the country. The government (leaders) then listen to, and consider the views of the people. Where people are given a choice over decisions. Where the ideas of others are considered. Where leaders represent the people.


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Naturally they all still wanted to continue with their laser tag game. “Great,” said Kakaw” now there are 5 of us that can reset our receivers.” Skip smiled, “you know that I won’t agree, that is not fair,” he added. Kakaw winked and shook Skip’s hand, “I know Skip, I’m just joking with you, I was wrong.,,” he admitted. “We must all agree on what is fair.” And so the 5 of them thoughtfully put together some rules to suit the whole class. The children cheered. There was a scuttle of feet, a short silence, the air filled with sparks and laser beams, and the fun began again! Of course this time it was fair!

Do you have democracy in your country?

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Why is democracy important?

Example answers: so that decisions are made fairly, so that the decisions consider the thoughts of everyone.

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