Last weekend, the teachers went to Szczyrk and had a jolly good time, despite the wet weather. Hopefully, there will be some photos on the website for you to have a look at. This week, there are two clubs: Film Club and Conversation Club. See the posters around school for more details.

What’s this? What’s this?
It’s a frog on a motorbike. If you were a frog and you wanted to go from here to the nearest town by motorbike, how long would it take you?

What sound does a frog make?A frog croaks. The word “croak” is also slang for “to die” e.g. the old man croaked last week.

A little girl walks up to her grandfather and says:
"Grandpa, can you make a sound like a frog?"
Grandpa says:
"Why do you want me to do that?"
And the little girls says:
"Well, Daddy said that when you croak, we’re all going to Disneyland!"

Have We Evolved?
http://www.funnypoets.com/poems/haveweevolved.htm


The Adventures of Bobby Callan #21

The wind whistled in Bobby’s ears. ‘What’s the main wind in this part of the world?’ Miss Brown asked. ‘I’ve no idea,’ Bobby replied.
They were standing on the top of a mountain in South America; Bobby hadn’t a clue where they were exactly, but he had put his faith in Santa’s magic atlas, believing this to be the place where the elusive Robin Callan was hiding. Bobby’s voice echoed through the hills and valleys as he called out Robin’s name. ‘What’s the past participle of the verb “to do”?’ cried Bobby. To his amazement, a voice replied, ‘done!’
‘Did you hear that?’ Miss Brown said excitedly; ‘I think it came from over there.’ She pointed at the woods in the distance.
They quickly hurried down the mountain, trying not to slip on the rocks. Bobby knew that if one of them fell they could hurt themselves badly and would have to be taken to hospital.

An hour later, they were walking through the woods. It was quite dark beneath the trees and somewhat cooler. Suddenly, they heard a movement. They stopped and listened. Miss Brown could see something moving behind some bushes.
‘Is that a deer, dear?’ she asked.
‘I dare say it is a deer, dear; as deer mostly live in the woods.’
‘I had no idea, dear.’
Then they heard the voice again ― ‘Done!’ The deer ran away and they could see a man coming towards them. Bobby’s heart began to beat faster.
It must be Robin Callan, he thought; finally I have found him.
‘Done!’ the man said as he approached. He was a small man of about five feet tall, with a grey beard and dark, little eyes.
‘Are you Robin Callan?’ Bobby asked him. The man seemed to be confused and just stared at Bobby.
‘Done!’ he said.
‘Who are you?’ Bobby asked impatiently.
‘Done! Done!’ came the reply.
To every question he asked, the man simply replied, ‘done’.
Surely this can’t be Robin Callan, thought Bobby.
Miss Brown pulled at Bobby’s arm and they decided to continue walking. Bobby wanted to ask him one last question. ‘What’s the paradigm of the verb “to do”?’ The man did not respond, so Bobby prompted him. ‘Do.. Did..’
‘Done!’ the man replied.
‘Well done,’ Bobby praised.
‘Done! Done! Done!’ the man shouted.
People started to appear from behind the trees; strange-looking people in dirty clothes, all of them shouting, ‘Done! Done! Done!’
‘Oh dear!’ Miss Brown said; ‘what have you done?’
They were surrounded by some of the most carelessly dressed people Bobby had ever seen.
‘We’re done for,’ said Bobby; ‘or, to put it in other words, I think we’re in great danger.’
‘Does one become careless when one is in great danger?’ Miss Brown asked. Bobby did not reply; he was looking at the magic atlas.