HORTICULTURAL PHOTOGRAPHY COMPETITION ENTRY – Under 11s
(Supporting Stony AHA! – 1st-31st May)
When and where was your photograph taken?
(In the parish of Stony Stratford / Galley Hill / Fullers Slade within the last 12 months)
“The school garden the week before last week.”
(leewoodham.wordpress.com)
Son: Our teacher read us a story today and it was called Too Much Talk. The story happened in Africa and it went like this:
There was a farmer and he was going to dig up some yams.
And then the yams talked and then the dog talked, so he ran UPhill and DOWNhill and DOWNhill and UPhill, unti he came to a fisherman.
The fisherman said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer, “first my yam talked, then my dog talked.”
“Oh,” said the fisherman, “that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the fish.
“Ahhhhh!” Screamed the fisherman and they ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill until they came to a weaver.
The weaver said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer and the fisherman, “first the yam talked, then the dog talked, then the fish talked.”
“Oh,” said the weaver, “that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the cloth.
“Ahhhhh!” Screamed the weaver and they ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill until they came to a swimmer.
The swimmer said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer and the fisherman and the weaver, “first the yam talked, then the dog talked, then the fish talked, then the cloth talked.”
“Oh,” said the swimmer, “that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the wave.
“Ahhhhh!” Screamed the swimmer and they ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill until they came to a chief.
The chief said, “Why are you running in the heat of the day?”
“Well,” said the farmer and the fisherman and the weaver and the swimmer, “first the yam talked, then the dog talked, then the fish talked, then the cloth talked and then the wave talked.”
“Oh,” said the chief, “well, too much talk – go away before I throw you all into jail!”
So they dashed off backed to their houses.
The chief sat in his chair and said, “imagine that! A talking yam, a talking dog, a talking fish, a talking cloth, a talking wave – that can’t happen!”
“Oh yes it can!” said the chair.
“Ayyyyyy!” Screamed the chief and he ran UPhill and DOWNhill, DOWNhill and UPhill and he was never seen again.
How funny is that – that the chair talked to him?!
Mum: That’s very well remembered.
Son: Can you think what was repeated over and over again in the story?
Mum: The hill.
Son: Good – yes. What else?
Mum: Talking?
Son: Good – yes. What else?
Mum: I don’t know.
Son: First!
[Book summary: Too Much Talk by Angela Shelf Medearis]
BLOOMING GARDENS
It’s flowers and a tree because it’s spring and there’s going to be lots of flowers in Stony Stratford.
Age 5
Son: The sky doesn’t look very good outside.
Mum: Yes – sunny but cloudy.
Son: Sun and rain always makes a rainbow! And there’s treasure at the end of rainbows. Have you ever seen the treasure mum? Have you got a picture?
Mum: No I haven’t.
Son: Yeah, the rainbow always moves – it goes away before you get to it to find the treasure. Some people at my school say , if you get too close to a rainbow, it moves to a different country!
FLYING HEDGEHOG
It’s a hedgehog with a tree and some grass. I drew it the first ever day we were in Year 1, because we’re Hedgehogs.
Age 5
Son: I’m ready!
Mum: Good. Put your shoes on then – they’re just at the bottom of the stairs.
Son: I can’t go down there it’s dangerous! I’ll wait for you.
Mum: You’re not a baby any more – you can go down the stairs without me.
Son: But what if I slip? Do you remember that time – when I slipped?
Mum: But you’re growing up. You can’t be like this when you’re twenty – saying that you won’t go downstairs without your mummy!
Son: I won’t be like it when I’m twenty. -Four. I promise.
Son: I LOVE Forest School! We got to play ’1-2-3 Where Are You?’
Mum: And where were you?
Son: In the forest, silly! And there was a Cloak tree.
Mum: Do you mean an Oak tree?
Son: No! It was a Cloak tree – like the Cloakroom at school, but outside. We had to hang our hi-vis jackets on it.
[Mum walks into bedroom and finds Son doing a very bad version of a headstand on the bed - where his knees are still on the bed!]
Mum: What are you doing?
Son: Trying to see if I get The Dreaded Shrinks.
[Influenced by his TWO reads of Roald Dahl's The Twits, illustrated by Quentin Blake.]
SPARKLY TREE
It’s a tree. We did it in winter when there was snow on the ground, because we couldn’t go out into the playground. We hoped to, but it was too snowy and the teacher wouldn’t let us. So, we stayed inside and did a picture of a tree. All the glitter’s snow, apparently.
Age 5.
