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The Dragon Egg by Hannah Guthrie

Robyn was 8 and she loved to bake, with her best friend May. One day as they started baking, they heard an “arr arr” sound. Robyn asked her mum about the sound but her mum didn’t know what was making it. When they cracked the eggs a small, green, baby dragon popped out.

May thought they should take it back to the shop but Robyn wanted to keep it in her wardrobe. They fed it biscuits every day and the dragon grew bigger and bigger. They named her Tina.

Robyn’s mum started to notice that food was going missing, and Robyn’s clothes had small holes on them. One day, when the girls were at school, Robyn’s mum decided to check in Robyn’s room and could not believe what she found…

There was the usual mess of clothes everywhere and the chair was knocked over. There was an unusual smell. Then Robyn’s mum thought she heard a strange noise. She opened the wardrobe and saw the dragon munching on Robyn’s favourite cardigan that her Granny made last Christmas.

When Robyn came home from school her mum looked very angry. Robyn just knew that she had found the dragon. She blurted out, “I’m sorry” and started to cry. Robyn’s mum said she could keep Tina for one last night but they would have to take it to the zoo first thing in the morning.

The dragon went to live in the zoo. Robyn and May visited the dragon every few months and Tina always remembered them.

What’s the Point of Me by Anna Lynas

Dear Diary,

It was a day like any other- living inside this small, squeezed up pot. I’m as sharp as the day Bella brought me home, but no one has been willing to work with me. So I’ve decided to leave.

Dear Diary,

Sorry! I know I have not written in a while. I had never left the desk before and this made me feel really small. I was trying to climb up to the big dark cupboard but my little arms couldn’t reach. This would’ve been a good time to have legs! Luckily, I found an old, wooden spoon with a dark burnt patch. The humans must think it’s no use either, but I used it as a ladder to climb into the darkness.

Dear Diary,

Today the doors opened! I felt that feeling of being very small again. As the light crept into the cupboard, I shielded my eyes. A large arm with purple painted nails felt around. At first it picked up an old lolly pop stick, but I wanted it to be me. So I went over, cautiously. And there was the girl- the girl who always had her head slumped on a blank sheet of paper. She caught me with the tip of her finger, rolled me over and grabbed me.

She brought me over to her desk and she did something she’s never done with me before. Something amazing. Something I’d only dreamed of. She wrote with me!

I read as she wrote and what she wrote was beautiful. It was about a pencil’s adventure to happiness.

And that pencil…was me.

Robber Bird by Lois Friel

Night is close, it’s always been
When only the moon can make things seen
Robbers hide within the shadows

Fast and swift as an archer’s arrow
These thieves will take what they please
And always put you out of ease

Nightmares creep inside the heads
Of children sleeping in their beds
Daylight still is nowhere near

For only darkness will live here
This time here is always quiet
Not a sound dares deny it

A hooded figure runs around
A house where evil can be found
He uses twigs to break the lock

Taking things as he walks
Then he leaves to go to a house
Where poor is all that it holds

He drops a bag full of gold
And leaves a note
Signs it ‘Sparrow’

Now he’s off like an arrow
And the sun comes behind the morning bell
For now, the town is good and well

Pumpkins by Hannah Cummings

Pumpkin patches, pumpkin picking
Here come the children jumping and skipping.
Picking a pumpkin is a hard decision,
Oh my golly, what a mission!
Round, oval, bashed or white,
Picking a pumpkin is such a delight.

Orange, brown, white or green,
How many pumpkins have l seen?
Big fields and bumpy roads,
Oh my golly, there are loads!

Through the fields you can smell pumpkin pie,
Pick up the pumpkin, l gave it a try.
Time to go home to pumpkin carve,
And scoop out the seeds before l starve.

Time for pumpkin soup and pumpkin pie;
Never had it before, I’ll give it a try.
Time to decide what to carve,
Cat, bat or witch?
I’m not sure which.

Pumpkin ready, candle lit,
On the doorstep it will sit.
Awaiting geysers to trick or treat,
Jumping and skipping to get something sweet.