Gracie had come round for a sleepover!
We woke up in the morning ready to get on with some fun stuff. After whispering under our breaths for a few moments, and stretching from beneath our covers, we dashed downstairs and hurried to get on with our play. You see, we had invented one ourselves called ‘The Indian Tragedy’ about two poor Indians who escape to a rich city and, brief as it is, drink a death potion and die. Then, in the mother’s grief, she dies, and to settle things, the father was already dead. So when we came down in the morning, we got out my best, most beautiful book with a blue cover decorated with shells and beads, and started to write the script of our play. We acted it out too, and thought of the costumes we could wear as we did it. In the car later on, we even came up with our own poem. This is the first stanza:
Indian colours, and cloths galore; Hast thou thought of riches more? Sun-dyed orange, turqouise and pink, All shown together, forever a link.all by ourselves! We’re hopefully going to recite it after the cast bow at the end. Then we performed the first few bits of our play a few times to rehearse to us.
The next thing we did we drove down to the Roald Dahl Museum of Wonderfumpiness. We looked in its large three rooms (a little smaller than our minds had expected) and wrote down the ideas we thought of in the MY IDEAS book we were given at reception.
One of the most amazing things the people had done was this: they wanted Dahl’s writing shed in the museum. But it was too big! So instead, they built their own walls of the shed in the little exhibition room, and got tiny slips of paper to measure out where Dahl had left everything in the real shed when he died. Then they got out all of the objects and items in the shed into the one they had built. Using the paper, they put each item on top of Dahl’s tables (exactly where they’d been left too) exactly where they had measured them to be. No item was a tenth of a milimetre where it hadn’t been put by Dahl!
I thought of a story idea about a dragon and an orphan who tames it when she’s strandard on a island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Her mother, when she was a baby, was chased and soon after murdered by the police after her being mistaken for a criminal. Her dad died out on sea. The mother was chased all through the ocean in a boat followed by the police with the baby in her arms, and when she found the island, she, with animal powers, told a bear to look after the baby, and left her by the bear’s foot. Then she was never seen again.
The girl grew up with the bear to learn animal languages, and whence she saw the littler island not far from her own (for she was Queen of Jungle Island now) and the great thrashing creature caged upon it, she made an ice path with her powers to free it. She tamed it, but all the while, the secretly disguised keeper of the dragon was watching, and not only that, but he was plotting too…
Once we’d done that, we nipped into the shop, bought ourselves some lunch – frenchstick, tomatoes, pasta salad and that sort of thing – and drove down to the Horrible Histories Incredible Invaders play. It was really funny and humourous and the actors and actresses were so brilliant. The 3D glasses were – well, very creepy! Not as scary as the schoolchildren made out though: as soon as some kind of creature looked like it was coming out of the screen at you, they screamed – “Aaaaaaghh! Rwahaa aaghh – whooraaaa! Aaaagh!” in the most loud voice they could. We just whispered so as not to stop anyone else from hearing: “Whoa! That’s creepy!” But apart from that, I learnt more than I already knew about invaders. Would certainly go again!
But it still wasn’t over! Afterwards, we went down to IKEA, (pronounced how you pronounce I in phonics – I – Kay – Uh, as said in the adverts played in the bathroom) for dinner! It was scrumdiddlyumptious, alright! We met up with Ruth, Annie, Eve, and Annie’s friend Emily to pick up Gracie. We had fish and chips and Tilly had two! Gracie and I went into the showroom area and pretended to play a game where we were American students and we worked in a boarding school.
Then we went ho – no we didn’t! Not home time yet. Only 5:37. It’s Peter Pan Rehearsals time! I’m Tinkerbell and a pirate, and it’s really fun! Then it was home at around nine! 😉