Last week we translated out names into our hieroglyphic names. Then we with he symbols had to write a narrative with all the symbols.
This is my hieroglyphic narrative and my hieroglyphic name.
Once upon a time there was a boy called Jeff he hated vultures that were in baskets. But he loved Barney the dinosaur. And was obsessed with barbie dolls. And he owned a little pony that was skinny and bony. He wore a pink dress and high heels. Jeff got treated like a princess.
He one day went into the forest to deliver some out of date bread, figs and sultanas to his Great Great Grandmother. Jeff took them there in his lucky basket. On the way there he tripped over a tree and broke his arms and snapped his legs.
He couldn’t walk because he had no legs. He couldn’t hold the basket because both arms were broken. What will he do. We don’t know … … …
Jeff tried to ring 111 but accidentally rang a tv commercial place that only served people who wanted to be on a retirement show. They said “you sound very young to want to be on a retirement show”. “He said I don’t want to be on a retirement show”. But they still said, “great you can be the Grandpa on the retirement show”.
When the commercial company got there in a van that looked like a house they skidded over nearly running Jeff over. Making him nearly as flat as a computer screen. They did Jeff’s interview. And said “we’ll get back to you in three thousands days”. Jeff thought that now he might be a tv star ( Not in the best tv show though. )
He tried again to get the number right on his phone. Ten seconds later he started to put the numbers into the pin pad and a squirrel came racing past. With the speed that the squirrel was going it knocked the phone out of Jeff’s reach.
Soon he heard a noise. He jumped, he freaked out and he spun round on his butt to see if anything was there. He saw absolutely nothing. He got so freaked out he started to cry. Then out of nowhere came a man with an axe. He had a vulture on his shoulder and that vulture was in a basket. He was called the woodsman. He said “do you need any help”. “Jeff said yes please”. “If you can’t see what I look like then you must be blind because I have no legs and my arms are floppy because I broke them” said Jeff.
“I’ll help you said the woodsman”, “thanks” said Jeff. So the woodman rang the hospital and the hospital sent out an ambulance. Before you knew it he had fake legs and fake arms. So he set back off on his journey with his new friend the woodsman.
When they got to his Great Great Grandma’s house he knocked on her door there was no answer. He said to his new friend the woodsman. “What do we do”. The woodsman said “just open the door”. So Jeff did… … …
When he opened the door he saw a face, he said “Grandma”. There was no reply. He went over… … …
She was a manikin… … …
Jeff was sad to see his loss. So he started to cry he started to cry so much his mouth was dropping to the ground. He then heard a noise. He said to the woodsman “did you hear that” the woodsman said “yes I can”.
They tracked the noise with their ears they opened the cupboard. Their was his great great Grandma. She was tapped to the cupboard and had tape on her face they took the tape off he and put her in bed. He gave her the food. And the put the manikin in the bin and took the clothes off it and put them back in her draw. And they lived happy ever after.
THE END
