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Looking for Minibeasts

 

Looking for Minibeasts

My name is Fionn O Doherty. I am in junior infants. On Wednesday I went looking for minbeasts in the field and yard. My teacher gave me a pooter. A pooter is an object that helps people find and collect mini beasts such as bugs, ladybugs and spiders. I went out with my group and we went looking. I found a small spider and a small bug. When we went back into class we looked at each other’s mini beasts and talked about them. When we were finished we left the mini beasts back into the field again. We had a great time.

Fionn O Doherty, Junior Infants

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Turbrid Well

 

Turbrid Well

I went to Turbrid Well with my brother, my Mum and my Nana. It was a beautiful day. When we got there I lit a candle for Kathleen who was a very special lady. After that I went to the well and I drank four cups of holy water. I felt really full after all the water. Cathal drank one cup of holy water. After that we went to Colman’s shop for ice cream and then we went home. It was a great day.

Donagh O Riordan,

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My favourite thing about junior infants

 

My name is Danny and I am in junior infants. My favourite thing this year was going to the playground. We went to the playground when it was sunny and it was great fun. I love playing with my friends. Climbing on the monkey bars is my favourite thing to do in the playground. Sometimes we play hunts or we just run around. After the playground we go home.

Danny O Connell, junior infants

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The worst holiday ever

The Worst Holiday Ever

 We were at the airport and we were just about to check in when a man started to shoot the birds of the roof. Well I suppose we are in the year 2076, anything could happen.

We finally reached our destination and we checked into the hotel. We were going to the pool when a huge space ship full of aliens started shooting at us with the rope guns. We had to sprint as fast as we could to the garden shed and duck down.

The aliens were right outside the garden shed door and my heart was jumping out of my chest. Suddenly two aliens broke in. I told my parents to run. After a long battle they were the winners and I was taken to a jail on Mars. I was in a tiny prison cell with ten other people. They were in that cell for days living on a basic diet of rice and beans.

One night when I was asleep I was woken with a lot of screaming. I turned to my side and saw the aliens dragging the little children out of the cell. I jumped out of my bed as quick as lightning and punched the alien into the face and escaped.

I ran down the hallway as fast as my little legs could run. When I came to a dead end I looked to my left and hid in a closet where I found a door. I went through and all of the aliens were standing in front of me. I looked to my right and saw a huge machine gun. I grabbed the gun and fired it rapidly. I ran past them and down the hallway into a space shuttle. I got away from the planet.

When I got to the hotel all of the aliens were gone so we booked the first tickets home for Ireland. On our way home we watched movies and ate sweets on the plain. When we got home we were all happy to see our lovely home again.

 

     Stephen Murphy McAree, 6th Class

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Nightmare Holiday

The Nightmare Holiday

It was November the twelfth and we had arrived in Paris. We were just finished unpacking our clothes when we decided to go to Euro Disney. We went on all of the giant roller-coasters and some of the great rides. We won lots of teddies and took part in lots of games. We went on a tour around Paris on a double decker bus and made a stop at the Eiffel tower and we were amazed by the size of the Tower. It was so much bigger than we thought it would be.

That evening we decided to go to see Robin Hood, a play, in a huge theatre. Afterwards, we went for a meal in a lovely restaurant and had a great view of the beautiful city of Paris from there. There were so many bright lights and lovely buildings to see. All of the people we met were so nice and happy.

We went back to the hotel and we all had a great night’s sleep. We got up very early the next morning as we couldn’t wait for our second day in Paris! After our hearty breakfast of Chocolate filled croissants and fresh orange juice we set off to explore the city. We decided to go back to Euro Disney and we had a brilliant day there.

On Friday night on the way home we stopped off at a lovely restaurant to have our dinner. We chose one where we could see the street outside and it was across the street from a big theatre called ‘Le Bataclan’.

Half way through our dinner we saw a group of men arrive in a small car. They were all dressed in black and looked a bit scary. I didn’t like the look of them. They all went into the theatre very quickly. I went back to eating my meal. After about fifteen minutes they were a lot of loud bangs and suddenly police cars were everywhere with sirens screaming and lights flashing.

Armed Police ran into the restaurant and told all of us to go to the back of the building and stay there ready to be evacuated. We were petrified and just wanted to go home. The French Army were outside the front of the restaurant and there were a lot more shots fired inside the theatre. Ambulances were starting to arrive and we knew that there must be people injured. Everybody in the restaurant was told to stay really quiet and not to move about. This was really hard on the small children and my brothers were crying. I was shaking like a leaf.

After what seemed like an eternity we were told we would all be going out a back door into a waiting army truck. While we were going out we could hear people screaming and shots being fired but the police kept telling us that we would be alright and just to keep going into the truck. I was as white as a ghost because I thought we were going to be taken to a police station. When we were all loaded up the truck sped away and we were taken back to our hotel which was also surrounded by police and the army.

All of a sudden our wonderful family holiday had turned into my worst nightmare.

The next morning we heard on the news that a lot of people had been shot. We just wanted to get back home. My parents arranged an earlier flight and we were back in Ireland on Saturday evening.

We will never forget Friday the thirteenth of November and all of the misfortunate people who were shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

By William Cronin, 6th Class

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