New Year’s Resolution School Assembly

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Iska found going back to school after the holidays rather flat. I mean how could anything compare with the two weeks of excitement,  games and gifts that he had just enjoyed? It was strange as despite this Iska really looked forward to his Dance lessons and what’s more he didn’t even enjoy dancing that much.

 

What are you looking forward to at school this year?

Example answers: Playing with friends, English lessons, PE, Art, DT project, school trips, school plays, School Assemblease assemblies 😉

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Iska’s Dance Teacher was not what you’d expect of a dancer. You certainly couldn’t imagine him swinging and swaying along on any stage or television show. Although Mr Wiggle didn’t look the part, the truth was that he was an excellent Teacher. He had large sympathetic, twinkling eyes and a kind, deep voice that vibrated through the school. His hunched figure shuffled into the dance studio and his pale wrinkly prune of a face beamed at the children. When that electro music came on, his body came alive, he danced like you have never seen before.

 

The rumours around school were that, when he was younger, Mr Wiggle had been a famous backing dancer and toured the planet entertaining delighted crowds.

 

How do you think that Mr Wiggle ended up at the school?

Example answers: Got sacked, fame became too much for him, he  preferred teaching, he liked helping children.

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The lead dancer had become jealous of Mr Wiggle’s extraordinary skills and through fear of losing the lead role in the group, he persuaded the other dancers to replace poor Mr Wiggle. Like with many rumours it was difficult to know what to actually believe, but what was very clear was that this strange little man could really dance.

 

What made Iska look forward to Mr Wiggle’s lessons however was not the opportunity to witness amazing dance skills but something very different. Like a mysterious kung fu master Mr Wiggle would always have a thoughtful solution to any problem, his attitude towards life was quite remarkable. Now this strange little man was always surprising the class with stories of exciting activities that he had tried: space buggy racing, sky scraper parachuting, mountain climbing, he had done it all. Mr Wiggle put it all down to his secret and now returning back to school from the holidays, he was prepared to share it with the class…

 

What do you think Mr Wiggle’s secret tip will be?

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Every year Mr Wiggle would draw a strange graph, a graph of himself. On the y axis going up the graph he listed activities, all things that he wanted to get better at, or new things to try out during the year. On the x axis, going across the graph, were the months of the year. Every year by any amount at all he aimed to try to make the line of his graph go upwards. Mr Wiggle had been doing this his entire life and every New Year he would sit down and look at his graph and evaluate what new activities he had tried and what he had improved at. Mr Wiggle would then ensure that he did what was needed to make his graph go upwards during the next year. And so through this simple graph this rather modest looking man had tried the most extraordinary things.

 

What would you like to get better at this year?

Example answers: Dancing, singing, football, swimming, spelling, Maths, multiplication, being kinder to friends etc.

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 Mr Wiggle’s second tip was quite similar to the first but equally impressive. He insisted that to keep things interesting, it was very important to keep trying new things. And so at the beginning of each year he would also write down a list of 5 new things to try during that year. It could be anything: trying a new food, taking up a new sport, reading a particular book, visiting somewhere new, joining a team. The list could go on and on.

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What new things would you like to try this year?

Example answer: Learn to play an instrument, learn to ride a bike, cooking a new meal, trying a new food, visiting a new place.

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Mr Wiggle’s third and final tip was the most simple and also the most important. “Do it!” he shouted. “Whatever you have written on your list, make sure that you do it!”

 

Why do you think that tip three is the most important?

Example answer: It is easier to say that you are going to do something and actually making sure that you achieve your goals (targets) is where the real effort is needed.

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Now, one question remains...

 

What will you do with your New Year? Happy New Year!

 

In this quote from the story what interesting verbs does the writer use?

“You certainly couldn’t imagine him swinging and swaying along on any stage or television show.”

Answer: Swinging and swaying (or imagine).

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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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Working Together School Assembly

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Can you give an example of when you have worked as a member of a team?

Example Answer: Playing on a netball team, playing on a football team, group tasks during lessons, when playing games at playtime.

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What are some of the advantages of working as a member of a team?

Example Answer: It can be fun, you can share skills, you can share workload.

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The atmosphere was frenetic, everyone dashed around collecting up their things. The ancient sphere palace at the edge of the jungle had started to glow once more. Engulfed by the trees the palace remained hidden except for once a year when the summer moon was at its largest. The old gears of the sphere palace would slowly start to creek and grind. From great cracks in the ancient rusty surface the strange golden light would escape and like moths to a lamp the locals would come. They would come in search of treasure for the legend said that when the golden lights glowed the palace treasures would be revealed.

“Mumbo  jumbo,” barked Tiki. “Come on let’s not rush,” she protested as Wecka scrambled around packing. The beautiful golden light cast long shadows across the land. Wecka’s face glowed as he excitedly explained to Tiki,  “This could be our only chance, sooner or later someone will make it to the centre of the sphere palace and our shot at the treasure will be lost.”

“It’s just a silly ancient maze,” remarked Tiki. “One massive joke from our ancestors, they would be rolling around laughing if they knew that every year we all rushed into their rust bucket of a palace and dashed around the metal maze looking for treasures. There’s no treasure!”

“There has to be and we’re going to find it,” declared Wecka. Hurriedly, the pair set off along the dusty track. Up ahead a snake of tiny figures made their way back from the sphere palace along the steep hill side, it moved slowly  and as the weary faces came into view Wecka  tried to ignore the exhausted, disappointed expressions. “Why would we find the treasure when they cannot?” questioned an irritated Tiki.

“Ok, if in 3 hours time we are walking back down this hill, miserable as can be, then you can complain,” replied Wecka patiently. “For now let’s just enjoy the adventure,” he added. Tiki agreed not to grumble so much, and the pair steadily made their way through the rubbery green leaves of the jungle. “Hey guys,” called a cheerful voice. High up in the branches amongst the foliage Ketcha’s happy face beamed down at them. “Look at all of these shmaw berries,” he shouted. A rain of beautiful juicy berries showered to the ground as Ketcha shook a laden branch. Wecka and Tiki smiled with delight and tried to catch as many as they could. “They’re delicious,” declared Tiki. A berry fell straight into her open mouth, and she chewed the juicy jelly like centre. “It’s a pity,” said Ketcha, “by tomorrow the birds will have eaten all of these. If I’d have known that there were so many up here, then I would have brought a bag to carry some home.” Tiki looked at Wecka and his bulging backpack. “Well I suppose we could give you some space in our packs,” she offered. Ketcha was an incredible climber and needing no more encouragement, he was swinging across the canopy shaking the berries to the floor, the tantalising purple fruits peppered the dusty ground. Tiki and Wecka dashed to collect up as many as they could carry. Elegantly Ketcha climbed down the tree, it was amazing how he gripped the smooth bark like a squirrel. “Thanks guys,” smiled Ketcha as he gathered his breath.” Let me guess,” he puffed, “you're off to the sphere palace?” “Yes, we are” ,replied Tiki in a less than enthusiastic tone. “I tell you what, in return for helping me carry all of the berries, I’ll come and help you. It’s the least I can do. It will be an adventure.”

“ Oh yes it will,” smiled Wecka giving Tiki a cheeky nudge.

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And so the three adventurers continued to trudge uphill amongst the towering trees and curtains of vines. The golden glow made the jungle feel even more magical than usual. Butterflies danced below the canopy, their wings glistening in the light. Every so often the beautiful insects would scatter disturbed by another weary adventurer trudging past on their way back from the palace. As the dense forest began to thin the golden glow intensified. The sphere palace appeared to be getting brighter. Silhouetted against the light they could see figure after figure flailing and flapping as they flew from the pipes that dangled from the sphere palace. The pipes slowly writhed in the air like the tentacles of a gigantic jellyfish. “Once the maze has defeated you the only way out is through those pipes,” smiled Wecka.

“Why are you smiling?” questioned Tiki, “it looks terrifying.”

“ It look s amazing,” argued Wecka, “imagine the highest water slide you’ve ever seen and then double what you picture. Sure the water at the end will be a little cold, but we’ll soon warm up in this heat,” he added.

“Looks good to me,” mumbled Ketcha cramming a handful of juicy berries into his mouth.

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Down below the grumbles and groans of the crowds of adventurers cut through the trio’s conversation. The crowd pushed and bleated like a herd of hungry animals. Suddenly a dripping hand appeared from the cliff edge. Clambering over the tussocky cliff came a very soggy and out of breath Mishcka. “Fancy meeting you guys here,” she puffed.”

“Let me guess,”  inquired Ketcha. “You’ve been in the sphere palace after the treasure.”

“ Let ME guess,” said Tiki mimicking Ketcha with a sarcastic smile, “you didn’t find any treasure.”

“To be honest I couldn’t get out of there quick enough, so much pushing and shouting and shoving. It was enough to drive anyone mad.” Wecka took Mishcka’s hand and helped her to her feet. “Why don’t you come and give it another go with us? If we all work together, there won’t be any pushing and shoving or arguing.” Even Tiki agreed that it sounded like a good idea.

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“Why not” declared Mishcka in a more cheerful voice. And so the foursome set off down towards the towering, glowing sphere palace.

How do the group of friends seem different to the other adventurers?

Example: They seem calmer, they work together, they listen to each other.

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The cogs let out a loud rumble and the maze began to change shape again. The walls vibrated and a cloud of rust filled the air. The cracks expanded and contracted and the intense glowing light forced the foursome to cover their eyes. When the light faded and their eyes reopened the maze had changed once more. “Well there is no need for the map then,” declared Wecka stuffing the crinkled, faded papers into his pocket.” The group wondered in amongst the shadows of the towering walls, they looked truly tiny up against the massive construction. The maze was cold and strangely quiet inside. The complaining crowd now seemed far away. As the group rounded the corner they were met by a shear wall that appeared to stretch on forever. “Well that’s it,” sighed Tiki. “I did say that this was a bad idea,” she reminded everyone.

“I’m not giving up that easily,” chirped Wecka. “Ketcha you’re the best climber in the village, you can make it up there.  Mishcka I know you are good at rope work, can you make sure that he is safe while he climbs?” Mishcka pulled a coil of rope from her pack and tied the eager Ketcha in so that she was secure. Needing no more encouragement Ketcha began to scale the seemingly impossible wall. He swung from hand hold to hand hold with ease like a monkey swinging through the jungle. Wecka called up with encouragement from below. Before long Ketcha had scaled the gigantic wall, he beamed down at the trio. “There is a lever here,” he called. As he pulled the ornate,  stone lever there was a loud crunch and a rumble. The wall began to vibrate and with a grinding and groan it slowly descend down towards the trio like an ancient rocky elevator.

“Woohoo!” Called Wecka in excitement. With everyone happily on the platform, Ketcha pulled hard on the stoney lever once again and they began to rise up into the unknown reaches of the maze. Ketcha was still some what out of breath after his epic climb, he crouched gasping for air. Tiki reached into her pack and handed Ketcha a handful of the refreshing smaw berries. “Here, these will give you some energy,” she smiled. After chewing the delicious berries Ketcha felt revitalised and ready to continue. The high walls of the maze concentrated the glowing light and everyone squinted to see as they moved further into the depths of the palace. Tiki pulled on her sun goggles. “Hand me the rope,” asked Tiki. Mischka felt around in her pack for the rope and as she stretched her hand out into the blinding light she felt Tiki’s firm grip. Tiki quickly tied everyone on to the safety rope and carefully, using her sun goggles to help her to see the way forward, she led the group deeper in to the maze. Although the rest of the group could no longer see, they still chatted amongst themselves and trusted Tiki’s lead. “It’s ok,” announced Tiki. “Open your eyes, the glowing is not as bright here.” The towering walls had begun to block out the intense light and a glow much like that of a fine summers evening filled the maze. Everything looked beautiful in the warm golden light. The maze opened up and through a gap in the wall, they could see out across the land. The warm light bathed everything as far as the horizon.

How have the group worked well as a team?

Wecka leading the group, Ketcha climbing, Mishcka looking after the safety rope, Tiki leading the group when they could not see.

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Adjacent to the gap in the wall were a series of strange carvings. Wecka strained to see them, the rock had become warn and weathered making it difficult to read what had once been written. “One second”, said Mishacka  reaching inside her pocket. She pulled out a hand full of smaw berries and as the others looked on in confusion, she smothered the berries across the wall, bursting their juices over the dry stoney surface. The crimson juice of the berries ran across the wall and dripped inside the crevices of the carvings. As the vivid, red juice collected in the warn cracks the message became clear. Wecka smiled at Mishcka. It was a riddle! It read: to reveal what the sphere palace hides you need what many have forgotten. You need to work. You need a type of work that involves no I and no one. The group looked at each other in confusion.

Can you solve the riddle?

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“We’ve come this far we can’t give up,” announced Tiki. Ketcha shovelled a handful of berries into his mouth, “I’ve not got a clue what it means,” he said in a muffled voice. Wecka laughed. “Come on guys, we have had the answer to this one all along. A type of work with no I in it. It is the type of work that we are best at. There is no I in team work and no one in team work. There has to be a group for a team,” he explained. “Like us!” Smiled Tiki.

The maze began to rumble, the gears started to turn, there was an ancient creaking noise. Slowly the earth swallowed the walls of the maze as they retracted downwards into the ground. The group were left high above the remains of the palace and there in the middle of the plateaux was the source of the glowing light...

What do you think is the source of the glowing light?

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... a towering pile of glittering, golden treasure!

Wecka looked at the glistening smiling eyes of his friends around him. He felt filled with pride and warmth.“Sometimes good team work really pays off,” beamed Wecka.

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Feeling Left Out (School Assembly)

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Do you have a best friend?

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Whether you have a best friend or not, what do you think a best friend should be like? Example answers: trustworthy, kind, fun, listen to others, sharing, reliable, honest.

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Meet Kaito.

Not everyone has a best friend but Kaito did and Kaito’s best friend was called Kuto. Kaito and Kuto loved to play together, their favourite hobby was bubble bouncing. At playtimes they would rush out to the bubble bouncing machine and bounce high up into the sky on the huge, soft sparking bubbles.  Their goal was to be able to bounce all of the way up to the cotton wool clouds above. The pair had heard whispers in the playground that the upper level of the clouds were like something from a dream. Unfortunately they had only once managed to bounce high enough to even catch a glimpse of the clouds and so the wonderful world of the upper clouds remained a mystery to them.   It was strange because as magnificent as the bubble bouncing machine was Kaito did not enjoy playing with it as much when Kuto was not there. In fact Kaito felt very lost when she was not with her best friend.

What is your favourite game that you like to play with your friends?

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But today Kuto was there, and Kaito and Kuto were bouncing high up in the air on perhaps the largest bubbles they had ever made. Kuto giggled as she popped a rainbow tinted bubble, the pair joyfully fell down towards the safety of another soft spongy bubble of fun. Kaito heard a giggling from down below. “Wow that looks amazing,” exclaimed an unfamiliar voice. “Who’s that?” questioned Kaito.

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“I don’t know,” replied  Kuto as she peered down through the bubble towards the figure below. Kaito sunk her teeth into the bubble and with a pop the pair tumbled down and landed on the jelly like floor of the playground. The figure began to bounce and wobble as the shock wave of Kaito and Kuto’s fall passed through the bright green jellified ground. The figure giggled again, “such fun” she declared trying to contain her laughter. Kuto beamed, “come and have a go, it is as fun as it looks.”

“In my last school we just had a slide and a climbing frame,” remarked the figure in disbelief.

“It’s not like that here,” smiled Kuto. “You can climb as high as you like, you can get up into the clouds if you’re a good enough climber,” boasted Kuto, “I’ve heard that some of the older children can do it.”

“What if you fall?”  questioned the figure rather timidly. Kuto laughed, “you really aren’t from around here are you. The jelly tarmac will cushion your fall, its one hundred times softer than the softest duvet,” added Kuto. Kaito interrupted looking a little displeased from the loss of attention going her way. “The air here is thicker too,” she snapped, “falling is a little like diving through water.” The figures’ eyes widened and she began to fizz with excitement “unbelievable,”  she gasped. Kuto smiled, “what’s your name?” she questioned.

“Arwa,” replied the girl, “can I play too?” she added.

“Of course,” smiled Kuto “come and join us.” She took hold of Arwa’s hand and hoisted her up on to a shimmering, bouncing bubble. Kaito did not look so sure about it all. Happily Kuto and Arwa bounced higher and higher into the air until their laughing voices seemed far and distant. Kaito grumbled to herself and hurriedly hopped onto a huge bubble to try to catch up.

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The next few days were strange for Kaito. Wherever Kuto was so was Arwa. “It’s  great having another friend smiled Kuto.”

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“Yes brilliant,” answered Kaito rather miserably, but Kuto was having too much fun to notice the displeased tone of Kaito’s voice.

Why was Kaito feeling sad? Example answer: Kaito was not getting as much attention from Kuto as she used to. Kaito was jealous of Kuto’s friendship with Arwa.

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What was worse for Kaito was that after years of Kaito and Kuto trying and dreaming they had finally bounced up into the lower cloud zone of the playground and this all just happened to occur in the week that Arwa had arrived. They were now so close to Kaito and Kuto’s dream of finding out what lay above the playground. The three of them bobbed and bounced among the cotton wool clouds. Kuto and Arwa were delighted. However Kaito was not as pleased to be sharing her dream with Arwa, it was as if Kaito didn’t notice the fun of the mint marshmallow like clouds. “Look at this,” shouted Arwa as she gathered up a cloud into a parachute shape and floated back down to the ground. Kaito could hear her giggling as she floated away into the distance. “Come on Kuto,” encouraged Kaito “let’s see if we can bounce up higher.”

“Let’s see if we can parachute down and catch up with Arwa,” smiled Kuto.  She gathered up some cotton wool cloud and elegantly dived from the edge. “Come onnnnnnn she called,” as she slowly drifted through the air. Kaito did not go. She slumped down on the soft surface of the cloud feeling utterly miserable.

How could Kaito make herself feel better? Example answer: Kaito could join in with the fun and give the new dynamic in their friendship a chance.

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“Why did Arwa ever have to come along?” complained Kaito to herself. “Now Kuto and Arwa are best friends and I’m just an extra.”

“Don’t be so silly,” came a voice from above. With a pop and a whisp a head appeared through the mint cotton wool cloud. It was Kora, one of the older children at school. “How long have you been up there?” asked a surprised Kaito.

“All of playtime,” replied Kora, she gave a warm smile. “My class mates and I always come up here to play cloud ball.”

“What’s that?” inquired Kaito. I’ll tell you in a while when you have stopped being such a misery guts, she replied. Kaito couldn’t believe that someone as cool as Kora was actually taking the time to talk to her!

“Now,” Kora began “... I saw you earlier looking all grumpy just because Arwa has come along.  I see lots of interesting things while I play up here.  Am I right about Arwa?” she questioned.

“Yes,” replied Kaito reluctantly.

“You know I used to be a bit like you,” said Kora “I had a best friend who was the only person that I would ever play with, I was very possessive of my friend but as I got older I realised that it was good to have lots of friends. Many games are much more fun when there are more than two of you. In fact come up here and I’ll show you.”

“Really! Kaito replied in a shaky voice.  “You wouldn’t believe how long Kuto and I have dreamt about playing up there.”

Have you ever seen someone looking like they are being left out of a game or friendship?

(There is no need for verbal answers, the children can just think about this).

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“Well come on then,” encouraged an excited Kora. With all her force Kaito jumped up to reach Kora’s hand but however hard she tried she sunk into the soft cotton wool cloud below her feet. “Come down here and help me,” pleaded Kaito in desperation. She was so close to reaching the top of the clouds. “Ok,” replied Kora cheerfully. Kora slipped down through the light green cloud and landed with a puff next to Kora. “Here stand on my shoulders,” instructed Kora. Kaito carefully climbed up onto Kora’s shoulders but as she nervously put her weight onto Kora they both began to sink further and further into the thick cloud below. “How in the world did you ever get up there?” puffed Kaito. Kora smiled a friendly smile.

“It takes three,” she chuckled. Kora called for her friend Woot who quickly popped his hand through the cloud. Kaito could just reach Woot’s white waving hand above her head and she grabbed on tight. “Now grab my hand as he pulls,” called Kora from below. Kaito stretched downward with her other hand and Kora held on to the sweating palm that greeted her. And so they were pulled through the thick water like air up into the clouds. Kaito gasped with excitement as she saw the delights of the upper cloud, the children had crafted a gigantic cloud playground. There were climbing towers that disappeared into the sky, aerial assault courses of ropes and trapezes and what seemed like an endless zip wire all made from the soft spongy cloud.  Kaito turned to Kora and thanked her for showing her the magical cloud playground. “I must share this with Kuto and Arwa,” whispered Kaito  as began to climb down through the soft minty cloud. Kaito called back up to Kora, “by the way, I do get it... sometimes it is good to have more than one friend! Without the two of you I may never have seen the cloud playground,” she declared.

And so hurriedly Kaito descended from the clouds and caught up with Kuto and Arwa. Kaito smiled and quietly joined in with their game and that was all it took, soon they were all giggling and having fun together.

How else could you get help if you felt left out at school? Example answers : Talk to a teacher or teaching assistant, talk to parents or carers, talk to a friend or talk to reliable older children.

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Living In The Present (School Assembly)

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What are you looking forward to right now? Example answers: Holidays, lunch, play time, birthdays, Christmas, parties, visiting friends.

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What is your favourite memory from this term so far?

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Fuzzle basked on the banks of The Rainbow River. The colourful water peacefully flowed down stream gently bubbling as it went on its way. Fuzzle could feel the welcoming warmth of the sun on his skin, he closed his eyes and dreamt of the adventure that lay before him. In a few hours he would begin his epic journey down The Rainbow River (the longest river in the land). Fuzzle and his friend Tutara had been planning the expedition for over a year. He tried to relax but he felt full of anticipation and excitement, he had read of the wondrous water falls and rapids that lay ahead, the mysterious caves cut into the land by the mighty river and the gargantuan canyons that the waters ran through.

The pair would embark on their trip on their trusty river roamers. These hi tech machines are powered by the sun, they can reach great speeds as they effortlessly glide along the water surface. Imagine a jet ski like water craft the shape of a dart and you will have a good idea of what this torpedo like contraption looks like.

Fuzzle and Tutara loved nothing more than riding their river roamers, they had trained hard for their expedition and had become very skilful riders.  “These look about ready,” declared Fuzzle as he added the last of the grease to the iridescent base of the river roamer. Tutara carefully closed his pack, “I’ve double checked and we have all of the equipment we need,” he said.

“So looks like we are set,” beamed Fuzzle. Tutara smiled back.  The pair loaded their packs into the river roamers and assumed the familiar riding position on their crafts. “lets not go too fast,” requested Tutara “I want to enjoy every minute.”

“I can’t wait to get to The Thunder Canyon,” announced Fuzzle. The cliffs reach high up into the clouds and they’re covered in jade leaved trees,” he added thoughtfully.

“Ok, but not too fast,” reaffirmed Tutara. Fuzzle started up the engine of his river roamer with a roar, the water began to rumble as he revved his craft. Tutara gently pulled away on his electric blue river roamer, from underneath his craft he spotted a shoal of jewel like gum ball fish darting amongst the water weed. He smiled, he loved nature, he loved the river. A wave of water, a roar of engine and a gust of air and the gum ball fish darted for cover. Tutara stared upstream as Fuzzle disappeared around the meander in a cloud of water spray and excitement. Gently Tutara accelerated his river roamer and began his journey.

How do Tutara’s and Fuzzle’s attitudes towards the trip differ?

Example answer: Fuzzle wanted to rush ahead and was looking forward to what they would see at the end of the trip. Tutara wanted to take it slowly and to appreciate every minute of the journey.

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The sun made beautiful glowing patterns on the river water which reflected amongst the foliage on the river bank. Fuzzle glided along dreaming of the magnificent Thunder Canyon, “I think we are about 2 days away,” shouted Fuzzle over his shoulder. “We need to cover as much distance as we can today,” he added. Tutara did not want to rush, he was enjoying the golden glow of the river and the fun of hopping over the rocks in the rapids.  Avoiding a large mossy boulder he swerved to a halt, there was a squawk in the trees and there above him through the leaves he could make out a nest of rainbow egrets. They looked like little pterodactyls as they soared high up in the trees. “Look at this,” yelled Tutara admiring the fascinating creatures. Fuzzle splashed to a stop, he whipped out his E phone and took a photo of the squawking rainbow egrets and then having barely floated to a stop he sped off up stream again.

As Fuzzle rounded the bend a shower of jade leaves streamed from the trees on the valley side. A beautiful rainbow arched above. Tutara stared in wonder at the beautiful colours and he traced the arch in an effort to find the end of it. At what seemed like the end of the rainbow, Tutara noticed a crevasse running through the forest. The water was filled with reflected pastel colours, “Fuzzle!” called Tutara, “lets go down here” but it was no use Fuzzle was too far away.

Why do you think Tutara noticed the crevasse when Fuzzle didn’t? Example answers: Tutara took his time and so noticed more of his surroundings. Fuzzle just rushed past everything.

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Fuzzle stared dead ahead as he zoomed along ignoring the spray that peppered his face. Tutara decided that he would explore the crevasse, carefully he lined his river roamer up with the entrance and edged in. The sides of the crevasse were covered with turquoise crystals that shimmered in the evening light, the water was sheltered and still like a mill pond. There was a strange whistling from deep within the crevasse, it sounded like the wind but the air was perfectly still. Having come this far Tutara decided to explore further. He continued deeper through the beautiful water, the mysterious whistling grew louder and louder. In disbelief he stared up at the top of the hill side. Slowly emerging from the trees he saw a dozen small turquoise figures. They almost seemed at one with the vegetation as they moved. At first he thought they were just shadows but they were not. They were the Ashicka tribe and they stared back at Tutara, with a look on their faces very similar to his own disbelieving stare. There was silence. Tutara floated by not daring to make a move. The eyes of the Ashicka’s looked incredibly large and white against their turquoise face paint. As Tutara floated away down stream one of the younger Ashicka purposefully reached behind his back. Tutara’s heart began to beat faster, he felt sick. Ashicka were known for their skill with a hunting bow and for their aggression towards unwanted visitors. If the boy drew his bow he would surely have no chance. The young Ashicka slowly pulled his arm back from around his neck. Tutara held his breath and tried to focus on smoothly steering his river roamer down stream. Grasped in the young Ashicka’s hand was a cord necklace with a beautiful glistening arrow like pendant, it was carved from turquoise crystal. The boy threw the necklace to Tutara. Tutara couldn’t believe it, the fear began to fade and in its place he felt shear delight. Why would the young Ashicka show him such kindness? Tutara began to float out of sight, he reached into his rubbery pack and pulled out his glow torch. As he floated past a flat mossy rock he made a large, careful movement and placed his glow torch upon the spongy surface. His river roamer entered the river bend and disappeared from sight. Tutara called back “for you...”

 

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Tutara smiled, never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would ever meet an elusive ancient tribe like the Ashicka. He felt accepted and privileged to have met them.

Mean while Fuzzle’s legs were beginning to ache, he had been gripping tight to the river roamer all day and he had covered an impressive distance. As his eyes grew weary he used all his skill to ride and react to the changing river surface, it required a lot of concentration to travel at such high speeds.

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Why had Tutara’s and Fuzzle’s day been so different? Example answers: Tutara appreciated every second of what he had been doing. Fuzzle just thought about what lay ahead and rushed to get to the end. Tutara missed everything that had been all around him.

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In front of Tutara the crevasse widened, he was joining the main river again. From downstream he heard the familiar roar of a river roamer and it was travelling fast. Fuzzle whizzed past the crevasse exit, his eyes focused on his path. This time Tutara did not bother to call, he shifted down a gear and began to accelerate. Pushing the booster button he shot forward at a tremendous rate, Tutara stood up on the river roamers pedals and used his body weight to lean around the corner.

As Fuzzle heard Tutara’s engine behind him he turned his head and smiled. Pushing his boost button a burst of flames flicked from his exhaust and Fuzzle’s craft whooshed off upstream. The pair continued to ride in convoy for another couple of hours. Finally Fuzzle pulled over amongst the reeds. He wearily pulled off his helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow he turned to Tutara who was just manoeuvring his bike in to the bank “this looks like a good flat spot for the camping pods,” he shouted.

The pair were soon sitting around a roaring campfire with their camping pods inflated and ready for the night. Tutara’s face glowed as he regaled  Fuzzle with his stories from the journey, he tried to contain his excitement as he reached the part about the Ashicka. Fuzzle wondered at the beautiful turquoise pendant around Tutara’s neck. “So what about your day?” asked Tutara politely. Fuzzle stared wearily at the floor. “I have very little to tell,” he sighed. “I have focused so much on rushing and getting as far as I could that I think I have actually missed everything!” “You know I don’t think I could tell you one thing that I have seen today except for the constant spray of river water.” Tutara patted Fuzzle sympathetically on the back. “Well, we are lucky that we are just on day one, we have a long, long journey up ahead with many memories to make and many things to see.” “Lets just take our time so that we can enjoy it,” he added. Fuzzle agreed

“You know,” Fuzzle replied thoughtfully “I think if you rush too much to see something you can miss the amazing things that are all around you.”

And for the rest of the journey the pair did take their time and they captured many magical memories along their way. As for The Thunder Canyon... it was as they had hoped, an incredibly amazing place but not quite as amazing as all of the adventures that they had in getting there.

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Difference School Assembly

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In what ways can people be different? Example answers: different coloured hair, different heights, different beliefs, different hobbies, different skills, different accents.

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How are you different from a friend?

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Morpork wondered how he had ever got himself into this situation. His legs trembled. This was not his idea of fun. He and Kora were deep inside the golden glow cave. Every so often the darkness would disappear as the cave was illuminated in a soft golden light. The golden moss that carpeted the walls and floor flashed like ten thousand tiny lanterns being turned on and off.  Legend said that the beautiful warm light was caused by goblins gold hidden deep within the lush mosses. Kora reached out to touch it “It’s beautiful,” she declared.

“It’s damp, cold and creepy, ” replied a grumpy Morpork. “I could be at home now in the warm eating my dinner if it wasn’t for this stupid project,” he continued. Kora ignored his complaining and carefully carried on traversing the cave. “Why do we have to try out one another’s hobbies?” he continued to moan.  Kora was thoroughly excited by the project, this month the whole class were swapping hobbies and over the next few weeks they would be going out with their friends to try their pass times. Kora’s hobby was collecting cave stars. Deep in the golden caves lay all manner of strange twinkling colourful cave stars. Kora hoped to one day collect all of the colours. “Well what’s your hobby?” retorted Kora patiently.

“I’m a grain carver,” declared Morpork.

“And what does a grain carver do?” Asked an intrigued Kora.

“Well it’s kind of as the name suggests,” replied Morpork, “I carve tiny grains of rock into statues. I’m a miniature artist,” he added.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever met a grain carver before,” said Kora thoughtfully.

“I love the detail” added Morpork, “you really do need a lot of focus and the feeling when you admire your work after all of the concentration is fantastic.”

Kora was listening but she was also concentrating hard on her climbing. Beneath them the cave had opened out into a murky purple lake. “We don’t want to fall in there!” shouted Kora whilst she clung on tight to the wall.

How are Kora and Morpork different? Example answer: They enjoy different activities in their free time.

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Morpork didn’t like trying new things, he knew exactly what he liked and he was very happy to stick with it. “This is very different to grain carving,” declared Morpork as his legs began to shake again. Stretching towards a large angular rock he tried to calm their juddering.  Kora was smiling, “wooohoo!” she shouted, “this is so much fun.” How different Morpork and Kora were. What delighted Kora absolutely terrified Morpork. “Try this,” said Kora reassuringly as she pulled a circular barbed axe from her pack. “This is a cave axe,” she declared thrusting the sharp blade into the rock. “You press the button to set the barbs in the rock and press again to release the barbs.” Kora pressed  the button to release the razor sharp barbs and pulled the axe from the rock. “Here you go,” she said passing the axe to Morpork. As soon as Morpork took hold of the axe he felt a little more comfortable. He whacked the axe into the rock and using the security of it he swung across to land. “Great,” encouraged Kora enthusiastically, “look,” she whispered pointing towards a hole in the corner of the cavern.

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From out of the darkness they could see rainbow coloured flashes of light glowing and then slowly fading, “Cave stars!” she declared. The pair excitedly ran towards the colourful glow. Even Morpork, if he admitted it felt a little excited. “There, through this tunnel,” whispered Kora as she peered her head into the shadowy passage at the back of the cavern.  Morpork could see the beautiful colours making mystical shadows upon ancient passage walls. It was a tight squeeze, he did not like the feeling of being so enclosed, his head rubbed against the passage roof as he slowly crawled forward on his belly. Effortlessly Kora wiggled along the passage floor while Morpork huffed and puffed to keep up. Eventually the passage opened in to a wide cavern. The colourful glowing light revealed a hive of activity. Fantastical purple and turquoise night butterflies fluttered in the air, pink tailed fire flies illuminated the darkness revealing their mesmerising blue eyes. Cave crawlers hung from the roof and rock reptilians darted into the shadows.

Kora’s eyes were wide as she struggled to take it all in. A rainbow insect scuttled up Morpork’s leg and rested on his chest, even Morpork was mesmerised.  The pair had become distracted by the abundance of life.  A fire hopper burst into green flames and then hopped off to safety. “Wow, its beautiful,”  gasped Morpork.  Morpork’s eyes followed the fire hopper and its trail of mesmerising flames and sparks and then he saw it...  In the farthest corner of the cave the walls dazzled with every colour imaginable. Kora catching Morpork’s eyes ran with happiness towards the cave stars. This time Morpork had no problem keeping up, his heart was pounding with excitement.

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Kora examined the beautiful walls of dancing, glowing colours. The beauty was breath taking. Coming to her senses Kora began, “cave star collectors rules state that we can only pick one from any location. It’s your first trip into a cave,” she declared, “it’s your choice!”

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“ Really?” replied Morpork feeling quite humbled that Kora would leave the choice to him.

“ Really,” smiled Kora. Slowly, Morpork walked towards the wall his face lit up by a rainbow of dazzling colour. Morpork looked carefully. After a short while, he turned to Kora smiling. “Look here,” he whispered.  Kora had not noticed it before but there amongst the bright stars was a small cave star no bigger than a pea. It was perhaps the smoothest cave star of them all but this cave star was not just one colour, its beauty shone like a rainbow with blues, reds, greens, yellows and pinks. It was enchanting.  “It is fantastic,” smiled Kora, “ I would never have spotted it. What a find!” she beamed at Morpork.  Morpork felt exceedingly proud. Kora’s face dropped a s the realisation hit, “oh Morpork, how will we cut it from the wall, the cave stars I find are ten times as large, my cave axe will crack it into a hundred pieces if we try to extract it.”

What do you think will happen?

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Morpork smiled, “it looks like I’m just the person for the job,” he declared swiftly pulling his grain carving kit from his pocket. “Can you really do it?” asked Kora in disbelief.

“This is a piece of cake compared to carving a grain,” laughed Morpork as he effortlessly excavated the cave star.

And so it was deep in the golden glow cave that Morpork began to appreciate the beauty of difference. The beauty of all the different cave creatures, the beauty of one thousand  glowing stars and the beauty of everyone being different to one another.  It didn’t matter that Kora liked caves and Morpork liked grain carving, they could celebrate their difference.

How did being different help Morpork and Kora? Example answer: they could use their different skills to get the cave star.

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What other differences were there in this story? Is difference good or bad? Example answer: All of the cave stars were different, all of the cave creatures were different. Difference makes life interesting.

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Forgiveness School Assembly

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Can you think of a time when you have forgiven someone? Example answer: could be related to mistakes made in a playtime game or to do with making up with a friend.

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How did forgiving make you feel? Example answer: Like I could move on, free, relaxed, good, happy.

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Greckel made a big mistake, the kind of mistake to top all other mistakes. This is the story of the fateful day of Greckel’s gargantuous mistake.  Let’s get this straight Greckel was not a bad creature at all, he had a mischievous side but most of the time, he really had the very best of intentions.

It was a cold winter’s day and Greckel was harvesting nano worms from the shallow ocean reef. He remained calm as he dived down through the freezing water to collect the tiny striped worms that dwelled within the beautiful corals below. The local fisherwomen and fishermen called them nano polyps and they would pay a pretty price for a nano polyp because they were the very best bait for catching fish with.  A fisherwoman or man could catch enough fish to feed themselves for an entire week just from using one juicy nano worm as bait. And so you can see that it was worth Greckel’s while diving through the cool clear waters. He had become rather skilled at controlling his breath and even under the coldest of temperatures he could keep calm and reach great depths to collect his quarry. His neoprene collection poach was beginning to bulge as he fastened the carabineer tight to stop the worms from escaping. Swiftly he swam to the surface, he lay on the sand shivering, struggling to get warm. He felt exhausted. Greckel pulled his thermal coat over his shoulders and turned the coat’s heat computer  to maximum, the sleeves glowed orange and immediately his skin was filled with a deep warmth which began spread right through to his bones. Greckel  relaxed, he snuggled into his glowing coat and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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He awoke with the sea lapping at his toes. Immediately he remembered the nano worms, he had fallen asleep and left them in the collection poach. Greckel scrambled to undo the carabineer but it was too late. Nano worms need a fresh supply of water and they like cool temperatures. The heat from his coat had turned the poor nano worms to mush. He tried to pick one up but it disintegrated into a gooey green mess. It was no use the fisherwomen and men would never buy them now, but even worse than that, the air began to fill with the most putrid smell. A disgusting acrid taste collected at the back of Greckel’s throat, he thought that he would be sick. Imagine the smell of a dirty toilet combined with a rotten fish and you would only be half way to imagining the hideous pong of the melted nano worms. Greckel heaved and dashed to the ocean edge, he  knelt on all fours trying his hardest to fill his lungs with fresh air. The smell seemed to follow him, he dashed over to the rocks, wherever he went he just couldn’t shake it. In desperation Greckel began to scrape away at the sand, he dug a deep dark hole and using a rock he pushed the nano worm goo into the darkness. As quickly as he had created it Greckel filled in the sand on top of the goo. To top it off he pushed the biggest boulder that he could find over the hidden hideous stench. “Phew,” he gasped as he breathed in the fresher air. Greckel sat still allowing his stomach to finally settle, the colour slowly came back to his cheeks.

Greckel arrived home late, the house was warm and full of the most delicious smell. He knew immediately what the scent was, his brother had taken up baking and everybody loved it. Every night he produced a different temptingly delicious treat. Despite the mouth watering smell, Greckel was beginning to get a little sick of it all, all he ever heard was people complementing what a wonderful baker Krank was and he was starting to feel quite left out. Greckel  was not a very good baker and he couldn’t get over trying to compete with his brother. To make it worse this week was the great school bake off and everyone was working on an extra special cake to enter. Everyone that was except for Greckel.

As he opened the kitchen door he heard his mother’s voice, “mmm just beautiful,” she declared as she munched on a golden brown pastry “...and the filling just melts in the mouth,” she added making a little gesture with her hands. It’s just a cake, thought Greckel as he tried to fake a smile. “Hello, sweety,” said Greckel’s mum warmly, “have you had a good day?” Greckel began to tell them all about his worm disaster, but almost as soon as he had started his tale his mum brought the subject back to baking. “Oh well dear, why don’t you just try one of Krank’s gorgeous pastries, they can cheer up any day,” she declared. Krank’s face glowed. Grekels face did not.

How was Greckel feeling? Example answer: jealous, left out, not as important as his brother.

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“Actually, I don’t feel that great,” declared Greckel and with that he skulked up to his bedroom. He sat on the soft floor frustrated about his day and frustrated about the fuss everyone was making about baking.  The evening passed quickly and Greckel’s mum popped her head around his bedroom door, the sweet scent of baking filled the room. “Oh come on darling,” she said softly “you need to get some sleep, it’s a big day tomorrow, they’re judging the bake off.”  Greckel groaned and flopped into his bed, his mother dimed the lights and left Greckel to the quiet. His brain whirled around and around, a plan was beginning to grow in his mind and he couldn’t help but see the funny side of it. Greckel heard the familiar padding of feet and low voices that meant his parents were going to bed. Soon the house was silent. Quietly he snuck out of his room and unlocked the front door. Of course Greckel was not allowed out on his own at night. As he went out of the door, he grabbed his neoprene nano worm pouch and dashed down to the beach.

What do you think Greckel might be doing?

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Under the moonlight it was easy to find the rock that marked what he had come back for. Slowly he began to push the heavy boulder aside, he carefully scraped away the soil and heaved as he began to release the wretched smell once more. Holding his nose Greckel scooped the disgusting goo into his pouch, he fastened it tight and double wrapped it in bags. Once the sick feeling had passed he dashed home. Quietly, he crept into the kitchen. Holding his breath, he pressed the cupboard release button, he froze as the cupboard mechanism let out a low hiss and the door slowly opened. Quickly he assembled the cake injector, he undid his pouch and poured the hideous thick goo into the injector. Shaking,  he moved over to the tray of Krank’s cooling cakes, one at a time he pushed the needle of the injector into a golden cake and pumped the putrid goo deep inside the once delightful treats.

Morning came and Greckel could hardly hide his smile. Krank proudly picked up his tray of cakes and wrapped them to keep them extra fresh. “Good luck,” beamed mum proudly as the boys set off for school. The whole journey to school Krank talked about cakes and gave his opinions on what made the finest bake. Everyone went straight into the assembly hall. All of the cakes were laid out on beautiful plates at the front of the room. Carefully Krank arranged his cakes on a silver plate and took his place in the assembly. Greckel  fought back a smile and tried to busy himself talking to his friends. The assembly was called to silence. “Welcome everyone,”  announced the head teacher, “without further ado I would like to open the annual baking competition,” he proudly added.

All of the business owners in town had volunteered to judge the competition and their eyes lit up when they saw the amazing treats that awaited their taste buds. They munched and crunched, slurped and chomped and grunted and gasped as they worked their way through the entries. The moment of Greckel’s gargantuous mistake had finally arrived. The head judge picked up Krank’s beautiful bake, he raised it to eye level and nodded with approval. The other judges were called over to join him in the tasting. The head judge closed his eyes as he bit in to the golden melt in the mouth exterior of the cake and then his eyes opened wide, wider than I have ever seen anyone’s eyes.  A dribble of the horrid nano worm goo squirted from the corner of his lips. His brow began to sweat, his face went pale. The room filled with the horrific pong. All of the judge’s faces were the same and then it came! The head judge could not hold it in any longer, he burped and gulped and turning green he was sick all over the cake stand. The judge next to him turned white and with a horrendous wrenching noise, she spewed every where. Like the world’s worst Mexican wave the puking passed along the row of judges. Judge after judge heaving and gasping.  The stench intensified into a foul fishy, sicky mix of a pong. Everyone ran for the fire exits.

Greckel did not need to be told that he had made a mistake, he looked across at his brother’s face, full of confusion, full of sadness, full of tears. Greckel felt awful, how could he do this to his brother? Poor Krank was not finding this experience funny at all. Greckel followed Krank outside to the fresh air. “I’m so sorry Krank, I did not think about what I was doing,” confessed Greckel. “This is all down to me.” Greckel explained the whole horrible joke, he explained about how he had been feeling about the baking and how he had hatched the horrid plan.

And then something surprising happened. Through his teary eyes Krank looked up at him, “lets just put this in the past,” said Krank, “I can see how upset you are, and I can see that you realise that you made a mistake. I forgive you,” he added. It would have been easier if Krank had been angry with him, this made Greckel feel even worse. But it was at this moment that Greckel learnt about how powerful forgiveness can be. Greckel’s jealousy had completely disappeared and in its place he was filled with a determination to make things up to his brother and to make sure that he never made such a gargantuous mistake again.

And so now 4 years on, on the eve of the great bake off Greckel does the same as he has done for the past 4 years. He sits in the kitchen washing his brother’s pots and pans, he tastes his brother’s creations, he gives kind advice and he always thinks twice before playing practical jokes.

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How did being forgiven make Greckel feel? Example answer: He didn’t want to let his brother down again, he felt that he could now do good things to make it up to his brother, he felt that he could move on from his mistake.

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What is greed? Example answer: A selfish desire for something.

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Can you think of a time when you have been greedy?  Example answers could be to do with: food, games, friends, play equipment/ PE equipment, money.

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Meet Sponyo, a creature with eyes bigger than his belly, quite literally!

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Sponyo loved nothing more than food. His favourite thing to eat was a strange foot shaped fruit called feetroot. Feetroot has the most delightfully smooth texture, it  is as sweet as honey and as refreshing as a summer breeze and so you can see why Sponyo desired it so much.

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There was but one problem with Sponyo’s love of feetroot and that was the fact that only one tree existed in the whole of Sponyo’s world. High above the plains on top of the highest peak the feetroot tree grew. Occasionally Sponyo would stare up at the mountain imagining the sight of a tree festooned with delicious feetroots swaying in the breeze.

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Sponyo wasn’t the only creature in the village who loved feetroot, in fact the fruit was so well loved that it was protected by law. All of the creatures agreed that they would eat no more than one feetroot a week, and in this way the tree could always provide for the village.

It was a sunny Monday morning, hurriedly Sponyo awoke, he knew it was Feetroot Day! Purposefully he packed a bag and began the hike across the scorching plains and up the steep mountain.

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The trek was challenging but Sponyo was very used to it. As he ascended the peak he heard the eagles screeching  circling the mountain top. He always imagined that they protected the tree as they soared high above it. In a cloud of dust Kaito came dashing by and clenched under her arm was the most beautifully large feetroot. Sponyo’s eyes widened when he noticed the tempting treat. “Morning,” puffed Kaito, skidding  to a halt. Sponyo felt full of jealousy, he had been beaten to the mountain top and now the largest fruit was taken. “Good morning Kaito,” he begrudgingly replied.  “Is it quiet up on the mountain top,”  he inquired.

“It’s  deserted,” beamed Kaito. “I was the first from the village,” she declared proudly. Sponyo felt a huge sense of relief, there was a good chance that there would still be many more large juicy feetroots awaiting him a top the mountain. “Well very nice to see you,” smiled Sponyo as he quickened his pace again and hurried up the mountain.

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After much trudging , Sponyo summated the mountain top. The breeze was now more of a gale, it howled across the land. Sponyo shivered as he finally reached the tree, he almost lost his balance and grabbed on to a nearby boulder. A familiar object flew past his head, hitting the rocks it shattered into a thousand juicy pieces. Another feetroot dislodged from the tree as the fearsome wind howled. Sponyo gasped, it was painful to see the delicious fruits crashing to the earth. Without a thought, Sponyo quickly began to pick the fruit, but Sponyo did not stop at just one fruit like the law of the land stated. He heaved himself amongst the branches and reached higher and higher as he gathered until the tree was bare of fruit. A gust of wind caught Sponyo and he clutched the tree tightly. With a huge crack the branch broke, Sponyo tumbled to the ground but luckily he managed to cushion the fall of his precious fruit.  There was another crash, this time even louder than before and with an eerie creak the tree began to move. Sponyo panicked and rolled into a ball. There was an almighty thud and the tree was blown to the ground in a cloud of dust.

What do you think Sponyo will do?

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Sponyo’s mind was clouded with fear. In his satchel he had more feetroot than he had ever dreamt of. Soon the other villagers would catch up with him looking for the wondrous, sweet fruit and Sponyo would have to share his bounty. He sprinted down the mountain carefully cradling his fruity feast. Dashing across the plains he couldn’t resist but to tuck into the sweet flesh of one of the feetroots, he felt fantastic as the refreshing juice tingled his taste buds. Sponyo dashed through his front door slamming it behind him and threw his satchel to the floor.

He was hot and tired after his trek and the delicious feetroot tumbled out of his satchel onto the ground. “Just one more,” thought Sponyo to himself. He slumped into the chair tucking into another sweet juicy fruit.  Sponyo couldn’t fill his hunger for the fruit, again and again he reached down to the satchel. Sponyo’s face dripped with delicious feetroot. Completely satisfied he fell into a happy sleep.

What can people feel greedy about? Example answer: food, toys, friends, wealth, equipment e.g. play time equipment.

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An insistent knocking at the door awoke Sponyo.  “Sponyo,” yelled Kaito. “Come to the door, did you hear there has been a terrible accident on the mountain top? The feetroot tree has been destroyed by the wind. Are you ok Sponyo?” she called. Wearily Sponyo came to the door, his face still covered in the remains of his fantastic fruit.  “Oh no,” moaned Sponyo, “Im so sorry.”

Kaito noticed the juice around Sponyo’s face. “Its ok”,  replied Kaito, “I ate my feetfroot but if we cut yours up carefully we can try to grow a new tree from the seeds of your fruit. We’ll plant it in exactly the same spot as the old tree, there’s a very good chance that it will grow”, she added. Sponyo’s face dropped for he had devoured every single feetroot that he had saved from the tree. No fruit, no seeds, no feetroot tree would ever grow again.

And so the mountain top remained bare and slowly and steadily the villagers forgot about the taste of the wondrous sweet feetroot.

Think of a time when you have been greedy, how might it have effected others? Example answer: made them feel sad, left them without something they needed, effected their opinion of you.

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Can you think of something in your life that has come to an end? What was it? Example answers: school holidays, weekends, clubs, attending previous schools, trips.

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How did it make you feel? Example answers:  lost, unsettled, sick, sad, scared, confused, excited.

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This story is about endings and new beginnings.

Ketcha was playing out in the yard, he lay on the soft grass watching the spike swifts wheeling and diving in the evening sky. He loved watching the graceful birds, they were like miniature jet planes dog fighting amongst the clouds. It was so very exciting when the glistening blue birds swooped down towards the ground and skimmed past him catching flies as they flew.

Ketcha loved being outside, he felt utterly at peace. A gust of wind swept through the garden showering the lawn with a fountain of pastel petals. Ketcha felt a shiver run down his spine,  it was not the cold that had caused the shiver but what that cool wind reminded him of. It was the bite of Autumn. Summer was fading and soon the holidays would be over, soon those long days of playing out all day would be behind him and soon the cold grey days of autumn would be all around.

There was a sudden call from behind the bushes and from amongst the leaves emerged his neighbour Mishcka. She gave Ketcha a cheeky smile, she was always sneaking through the garden border to surprise him. “Why so glum?”she beamed picking up on Ketcha’s sad mood.

“Hey, Mishcka,”smiled Ketcha, “oh, it’s  nothing,” he answered,  “I was just deep in thought,” he added.

Do you think Ketcha should feel sad about this?

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“Well don’t get thinking too hard,” joked Mishcka. Lets work on the tree house,” she suggested. The pair fastened up their tree climbing boots and made their way over to the bottom of the garden. The tree that they had built their house in towered high up into the sky, the crown of the tree spread out to make a perfect platform of foliage and branches. The top was  an extremely long way up and all that there was between them and it was a towering smooth trunk. Luckily the pair had their climbing boots. The suckers on their boots gripped the smooth bark securely, but even with their specialist shoes it would still take a long time to ascend the trunk. Ketcha turned the sucker power up to maximum and began to make his way up the tall trunk. The buildings below looked like doll’s houses and the other trees around appeared like little pot plants dotted around the toy like town. The mountains in the distance were grey and misty, he could just see the gleaming snow capped tops peaking above the cloud. Mishcka tightened the safety ropes, “not long now,” she declared. “You did remember the tools didn’t you,” she inquired.

“ All in my pack Mish, don’t worry,” replied Ketcha confidently. The pair had been working on their tree house for months but now they were against the clock. Mishcka was moving house at the end of the week and the pair wanted to complete their tree top master piece before she left. They had never really talked about Mishcka leaving but the thought made Ketcha feel sad. They had had so many good times together, he would miss having such a close friend next door to play with. Ketcha didn’t want the fun they had to end.

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Soon the pair were atop their tree top house. Hammering and hoisting, the work made Ketcha feel much better. They were fitting an emergency abseil line, which would allow them to get down from their house at lightning speeds and it would be fantastic fun too. The pair worked as a perfect team. “I’ve got some news,” declared Mishcka suddenly looking rather serious. “Dad has brought our move date forward. We are moving to the new place tomorrow. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you earlier while you were looking so glum.”

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Ketcha’s face dropped, “why does he want you to leave so soon?” he complained. “Doesn’t he realise that no one wants you to go.”

Mishka smiled, “don’t worry Ketch you can always come and visit, we won’t be far away and there will be lots of trees in the forest,” she declared pointing out towards the view. From this height the pair could see the forest in the distance where Mishcka was moving to. Even from so high up it seemed to expand on for miles. Ketcha couldn’t help but think that it would be a pretty exciting place for Mishcka to live. He decided to try to be a little happier for his friend, even though inside he was feeling so very sad. “You will have so much fun exploring the forest,” he muttered as he screwed in the rail for the abseil platform. “Think of the tree houses that we can build,” he puffed. Now that the pair had less time, they needed to work extra hard to try to reach their target of completing the house before Mishcka had to move. The light was beginning to fade and Ketcha lit the lanterns, he stood hand on hips admiring their work:  a sun deck with chairs carved out of logs, a growing area where they could cultivate their own tree top treats, the abseil platform, the sloping tin roof. The inside was just as full of fantastic creations: hammocks, hand calved tables, spy windows, a sky light and a soft sofa corner. The pair were extremely proud of their work.

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“Well, we did it!” beamed Mishcka as they carefully made their way down the tree trunk, leaving their masterpiece nestled in the branches above. Ketcha smiled. A flurry of leaves tumbled down from the tree top and a cool wind stroked Ketcha’s skin. He shivered as he remembered what that wind meant to him. Soon the holidays would be over, soon Mishcka would be gone and soon the care free fun times of playing outside all day would be but a memory. Ketcha spent so long thinking about these things that he didn’t even notice that they were getting closer to the ground, he didn’t notice when Mishcka said what a great friend he had been and how they could still see each other often, he didn’t really notice as Mishcka smiled, waved goodbye and crawled back home through the bushes of the garden border.

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What things could Ketcha be missing that he has to look forward to? Example answer-  his new neighbour, playing at Mishcka’s new house, playing with Mishcka and his other friends at school.

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As can sometimes be the case with such things it was not until Ketcha lay in the darkness of his bedroom amongst the soft blankets that he began to realise...  he had been so caught up in worry and memories that he was missing what was happening right in front of him! If he wanted to play with Mishcka he still could, if he wanted them to stay close friends then they could be, if he wanted fun care free days then they were his for the taking. Ketcha threw off his bed clothes and dashed into his parent’s room. “Dad,” he whispered, “wake up dad.” His father slowly opened his eye and smiled as he saw Ketcha’s face staring at him. “Are you ok son?” he inquired looking a little concerned.  “I’m ok dad, I just needed to ask you something that’s been on my mind.”

“Well better to get it out rather than keeping it bottled inside,” replied his dad smiling. Ketcha explained his day of worrying about the holidays ending and worrying about his friendship ending  and he explained how it was only just then lying in bed that he started to think about new beginnings. “Well I think I can help you out with this one son,” beamed his father. “Set your alarm clock for 7 am and get ready for an early start,” he winked. “Now no more worrying, you get yourself back to bed.”  Ketcha smiled, hugged his dad and then did exactly that.

The cheerful  beeping of the alarm woke Ketcha at exactly 7am on the dot. He pulled on his clothes and dashed down stairs to see his dad. His father was already loading up the transport shuttle. “Right are you ready?” he said as the transport shuttle hissed and slowly lifted off the ground.

“Ready,” smiled Ketcha. The shuttle doors slid open and they both climbed in. As the shuttle quietly floated along, Ketcha’s dad explained his plan.

Mishcka was exhausted,  she sat in her transport shuttle head knocking against the glass as she dozed. She had been up since 4am loading up the final pieces for their move. Her family all seemed far more excited about the move than her as they chatted about the fun they would have in their new home. Her dad sipped steaming coffee from his flask and announced that they would be there by 8am.

Ketcha’s transport shuttle pulled up amongst the trees. “Ok out you pop,” said his father enthusiastically. “I’ll see you at tea time.” The doors slid open with a fizz of cool air and Ketcha jumped out. A cold breeze whisked through the trees and this time Ketcha smiled because of what it reminded him of, the fun of campfires and cosy nights snuggled in the warmth, the new adventures that he and Mishcka would have and the stories that he was going to share with his friends back at school. It was now nearly 8 in the morning and Ketcha had to be quick, he used the reflection of a nearby puddle as a mirror and peering into the pure glistening water he marked his face with camouflage paint. He used the same shades of greens and browns that he could see in the trees and leaf litter all around him. Next he pulled on his sticky web suit. Imagine a suit made out of spiders webs and you will have a good idea of the suit that Ketcha pulled on. Ketcha rolled amongst the leaf litter and the leaves stuck fast to the sticky fibres of the web suit. Soon he was covered with twigs and leaves, he crouched amongst the forest floor vegetation perfectly camouflaged. He smiled.

In the distance Ketcha could hear the gentle hum of a transport shuttle, keeping low he skulked off into the bushes. The shuttle neared, it began to slow and the air brakes hissed as it descended to the ground in a cloud of dust. Ketcha could hear the familiar voices of Mishcka’s family. “So this is it,” declared Mishcka’s dad. “Our new home,” he said happily. From beneath the bushes Ketcha saw three pairs of feet rush off towards the house,  but one pair of feet remained still. “Come on dear” called back Mishcka’s father as he ran to be the first to explore the new house.

“One second”, replied Mishcka turning towards the forest.  Mishcka wandered amongst the trees, staring up at the beautiful towering canopy. The birds twittered and chirped, and the cool breeze rustled the branches. Mishcka looked sad. Beneath the bushes Ketcha stayed silent. Suddenly he burst forward from the foliage.  Mishcka jumped! Cheer up Mish he beamed. A broad smile swept across her face. “At my place you used to get to sneak up and make me jump and now here at your new home that is one of my privileges” ,chuckled Ketcha. “Now the question is where will we build our first tree house?” said Ketcha cheerfully. Mishka smiled again, her eyes twinkled and she nodded up towards the branches. Ketcha looked up at the tree canopy and there nestled amongst the leaves was the frame of not one but a whole village of tree houses linked with tangled ropes and ladders. “Oh wow,” gasped Ketcha.

“We’ve got our work cut out creating our own tree top village,” beamed Mishcka.

And so now knowing that endings are just new beginnings waiting to happen Ketcha and Mishcka began work on their new tree top village nestled deep within the forest. And the pair looked forward to sharing their adventure with their friends back at school.

Can you think of any examples of exciting new beginnings? Example answer-  new school year, a new book, a new game, a new teacher, a new pet, a new sibling, a new place, a new house, a new friend at school, a new school!

As can sometimes be the case with such things it was not until Ketcha lay in the darkness of his bedroom amongst the soft blankets that he began to realise...  he had been so caught up in worry and memories that he was missing what was happening right in front of him! If he wanted to play with Mishcka he still could, if he wanted them to stay close friends then they could be, if he wanted fun care free days then they were his for the taking. Ketcha threw off his bed clothes and dashed into his parent’s room. “Dad,” he whispered, “wake up dad.” His father slowly opened his eye and smiled as he saw Ketcha’s face staring at him. “Are you ok son?” he inquired looking a little concerned.  “I’m ok dad, I just needed to ask you something that’s been on my mind.”

“Well better to get it out rather than keeping it bottled inside,” replied his dad smiling. Ketcha explained his day of worrying about the holidays ending and worrying about his friendship ending  and he explained how it was only just then lying in bed that he started to think about new beginnings. “Well I think I can help you out with this one son,” beamed his father. “Set your alarm clock for 7 am and get ready for an early start,” he winked. “Now no more worrying, you get yourself back to bed.”  Ketcha smiled, hugged his dad and then did exactly that.

The cheerful  beeping of the alarm woke Ketcha at exactly 7am on the dot. He pulled on his clothes and dashed down stairs to see his dad. His father was already loading up the transport shuttle. “Right are you ready?” he said as the transport shuttle hissed and slowly lifted off the ground.

“Ready,” smiled Ketcha. The shuttle doors slid open and they both climbed in. As the shuttle quietly floated along, Ketcha’s dad explained his plan.

Mishcka was exhausted,  she sat in her transport shuttle head knocking against the glass as she dozed. She had been up since 4am loading up the final pieces for their move. Her family all seemed far more excited about the move than her as they chatted about the fun they would have in their new home. Her dad sipped steaming coffee from his flask and announced that they would be there by 8am.

Ketcha’s transport shuttle pulled up amongst the trees. “Ok out you pop,” said his father enthusiastically. “I’ll see you at tea time.” The doors slid open with a fizz of cool air and Ketcha jumped out. A cold breeze whisked through the trees and this time Ketcha smiled because of what it reminded him of, the fun of campfires and cosy nights snuggled in the warmth, the new adventures that he and Mishcka would have and the stories that he was going to share with his friends back at school. It was now nearly 8 in the morning and Ketcha had to be quick, he used the reflection of a nearby puddle as a mirror and peering into the pure glistening water he marked his face with camouflage paint. He used the same shades of greens and browns that he could see in the trees and leaf litter all around him. Next he pulled on his sticky web suit. Imagine a suit made out of spiders webs and you will have a good idea of the suit that Ketcha pulled on. Ketcha rolled amongst the leaf litter and the leaves stuck fast to the sticky fibres of the web suit. Soon he was covered with twigs and leaves, he crouched amongst the forest floor vegetation perfectly camouflaged. He smiled.

In the distance Ketcha could hear the gentle hum of a transport shuttle, keeping low he skulked off into the bushes. The shuttle neared, it began to slow and the air brakes hissed as it descended to the ground in a cloud of dust. Ketcha could hear the familiar voices of Mishcka’s family. “So this is it,” declared Mishcka’s dad. “Our new home,” he said happily. From beneath the bushes Ketcha saw three pairs of feet rush off towards the house,  but one pair of feet remained still. “Come on dear” called back Mishcka’s father as he ran to be the first to explore the new house.

“One second”, replied Mishcka turning towards the forest.  Mishcka wandered amongst the trees, staring up at the beautiful towering canopy. The birds twittered and chirped, and the cool breeze rustled the branches. Mishcka looked sad. Beneath the bushes Ketcha stayed silent. Suddenly he burst forward from the foliage.  Mishcka jumped! Cheer up Mish he beamed. A broad smile swept across her face. “At my place you used to get to sneak up and make me jump and now here at your new home that is one of my privileges” ,chuckled Ketcha. “Now the question is where will we build our first tree house?” said Ketcha cheerfully. Mishka smiled again, her eyes twinkled and she nodded up towards the branches. Ketcha looked up at the tree canopy and there nestled amongst the leaves was the frame of not one but a whole village of tree houses linked with tangled ropes and ladders. “Oh wow,” gasped Ketcha.

“We’ve got our work cut out creating our own tree top village,” beamed Mishcka.

And so now knowing that endings are just new beginnings waiting to happen Ketcha and Mishcka began work on their new tree top village nestled deep within the forest. And the pair looked forward to sharing their adventure with their friends back at school.

Can you think of any examples of exciting new beginnings? Example answer: new school year, a new book, a new game, a new teacher, a new pet, a new sibling, a new place, a new house, a new friend at school, a new school!

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Choice (School Assembly)

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Have you ever had to make a difficult choice?

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Why can choices sometimes be difficult? Example answer: There are often good and bad things about each option in the choice. What is best is not always clear.

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Meet Kanadu a happy, caring creature. Kanadu lived deep in the forest, she loved her tree top house and would often spend the evenings perched on the edge of the platform admiring the wonderful view over the misty forest canopy. It was evening and the sun was just starting to set. Normally at about this time on a Sunday, Kanadu would stop and think about all of the fun that she had over the weekend and wish that it could continue for just a little longer. However today Kanadu had other things on her mind.

She was extremely excited for the next day at school as it was to be an extra special day. In the morning everyone in her class would be given the opportunity to choose an egg and whatever hatched from that egg would become their pet. Kanadu had always wanted a pet, she couldn’t quite believe that soon she would have her own little creature to love and care for.

Amongst all of the excitement there was something playing on Kanadu’s mind. Thinking about it had made her head hurt all weekend long.  Where did these eggs come from? Was it fair to collect eggs and keep the creatures as pets and what on earth would hatch from her egg? What if her and the creature did not get on? To make things worse she was the only one in the entire school having these doubts. Her friends were so very excited, they had spent the entire week chatting about what colour egg they should choose and dreaming about the wonderful creatures that might hatch.  Poor Kanadu felt a little lost, she did not want to spoil the fun for everyone and she did really want a pet of her very own. The dilemma bounced around and around her head and it was beginning to make her feel quite sick.

Morning arrived and the classroom fizzed with excitement. At the front of the class was a large heavy golden box. Everyone was fixated on the contents of that box. Kanadu and her friends sat as close to the front as they could. “It will be brilliant,” declared Azim, “imagine all of us with matching pets, they will look so cool!” Kanadu smiled, she didn’t want the others to know that she was unsure about the pets. There was a loud knock on the classroom door and the room fell silent. Slowly the door opened and the egg keeper entered the room. He was a strange, tall character with serious looking eyes, tentacle like arms dangled limply from his skinny shoulders. “They’re to help him with tending to the eggs,” whispered Snook as she nodded towards the egg keeper’s waving arms. “Their creepy!” remarked Kanadu in a mischievous voice.

“Now class,” announced the egg keeper loudly “do you know what are inside these eggs?”

“Pets,” yelled Azim excitedly.

“Not just any pets,” replied the egg keeper. “These eggs have been collected from the fire valley. There are all manner of magnificent creatures that live there and they make perfect pets.”

“But how do we know which egg to choose?” asked Kanadu.

“That you must decide,” replied the egg keeper in a serious tone. He carefully unclipped the rusty  box latch and pushed the lid open. Everyone gasped, the box bulged with beautiful tiny eggs their shells were pure and perfect.

What would you do?

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Kanadu had never felt so excited, she quietly scanned the box for an egg that took her eye, but there in her stomach was that sick feeling. Was this right? “I’m going to pick a blue one,” announced Azim happily as she pointed towards a baby blue egg in the centre of the chest. Kanadu began to imagine how left out she would feel if she did not have an egg, maybe joining in was the right thing to do? The classroom erupted in a hum of excitement. The egg collector’s voice cut through the noise “You have 5 minutes to select your egg and then the box will be closed. Any remaining eggs will be returned to the fire valley,” he added. Kanadu’s heart began to beat faster and faster her brow was becoming clammy, she had a strange sinking feeling and she did not know what to do. It was then from just outside the window that the shrieking began. A high pitched desperate shrieking. The other children were too excited to care but Kanadu could not ignore it. “Hey look,” said Kanadu, as she stared through the window. Through the glass she could see a cloud dragon.

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It looked like it had fallen from its cloud nest and it was balanced precariously at the top of a tree. The sky blue beast began to wobble as the wind shook the branches beneath it. Kanadu glanced at the beautiful eggs in the chest next to her and then up at the clock. There were three minutes left and then the chest would be closed.

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What would you do?

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She dashed towards the classroom door and raced out to the tree. The strange dragon did not stop shrieking. “It’s ok” comforted Kanadu softly, she stared up at the strange looking cloud dragon. Carefully Kanadu began to climb the tree, for someone who lived in a tree top house it was not a hard climb. “Shhhh,” she whispered as she approached the beast, she reached to cradle the cloud dragon in her arms. The dragon stared up at her with wide purple eyes. Slowly Kanadu retraced her steps back down the tree. She did not stop to try to find the cloud dragons nest, she knew that their nests were so high in the sky that she would never be able to see it from down on the ground.

What could Kandu have done to help her to make a decision? Example answer:  talked to a friend about it, made a list of “pros” and “cons.”

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As she carefully walked across the playground she could see her friends clutching their new shiny eggs, they squealed with excitement. Kanadu smiled to herself, in the end the choice was easy. She didn’t think it was right to take the eggs, especially as she had no idea what they actually contained. Instead Kanadu had saved the cloud dragon and it felt brilliant.

Do we always make good choices?  No need answer aloud, think of some good and bad choices that you have made.

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Cloud dragons do not make good pets, they grow large and to keep them happy they must feel free and fly long distances each day. However, cloud dragons do make excellent neighbours and so next to Kanadu’s tree top house now sits a cloud dragons roost. It turns out that a cloud dragon makes a very loyal friend too. Every day Kanadu takes a ride on the back of her cloud dragon neighbour and while she glides through the skies admiring the beautiful world below she never once regrets her choice.

 

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