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are still here when the fry pan is hot, they “What do we do now?” – asked crocodile water and waited for kappa. She appeared
will eat you regardless of what I say. They stretching his aching body. only in the evening, very tired and all
are hungry and they have kittens.” covered in dust.
“There is no WE here. I’ll go to the cats and
“This is not fair! I don’t want to be cooked check out the dinner recipe and you better “Cats are amazing” – thought crocodile
and I don’t want them to starve!” – said run!” – said kappa and left. Valdemar.
Valdemar. “Surely they do not plan to eat
me!” “But how…” “yes, we are” – meowed kappa and let him
take her home. She had a few humans to
“Of course not, my darling. They heat that “run! Now! I’ll distract them.” look after. And a cow.
enormous fry pan every day just to stay
warm” – said kappa. Crocodile Valdemar trusted this little cat. Everybody needs a cat in their life.
She was his only friend outside his species.
Valdemar noticed that he can now move. Besides, kappa had very good instincts. By Melanie Korolev
kappa somehow untied his ropes. “Cats Year 3, Redlands School
are amazing” – thought crocodile. he ran as fast as he could and did not stop CREMORNE – NSW
till he reached the lake. he lay down by the Teacher: Ms More Patel

We’re in the car and on the road,
Off to hunt some deer.
It’s a two hour trip to glen Coe,
My favourite time of year.

I can already imagine the deafening roars,
Made by the beautiful stags.
We arrive at the site, just after lunch,
And quickly set up our swags.

Everyone’s eager to get out the guns,
And to start stalking our prey.
So we set off into the forest,
And we stay there all day.

We have to be as quiet as mice,
And be careful where we tread.
Because if we make any noise,
The deer will have already fled.

We roar into a homemade pipe,
Trying to imitate their sound.
And when the deer hear our call,
They decide to come ’round.

When the stag comes into range,
Dad blasts its hairy head.
We sprint over to the bloody corpse,
yes! The deer is dead!

Off comes the head,
With the serrated hunting knife.
And with it a strip of venison,
The best meat you’ll taste in your life.

We carry it back to camp,
And cut out all of the meat.
So that all is left are the antlers, Glen Coe
A 6x6 treat!

By Lily Knight
Year 7, St John’s Lutheran School, KINGAROY – QLD. Hunting
Teacher: Jodie Springhall

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