Little Evie - Painting pictures with our writing.

Her basket was heavy. The path was long. Two trees stood before her. One was twisted with age and heavy with leaves. Squirrel resided in its trunk and caterpillars munched its leaves. The other tree looked as if were as old as time itself. The atmosphere was dark, and every single living creature in the forest despised the sunlight. (Finn)

Little Evie landed against the ancient oak tree. Her heart was pounding. She was engulfed by darkness. Crows circled her from above. The oak tree began to give out a deep croak. Flowers weeped in sadness. 

She moved on. The basket became heavy. As she crept through the dark tunnel, pocket sized spiders dangled down. She could feel the aggressive breeze brush against her neck. She gulped. After a while, she reached the field of weeping willows. They made a terrified howl. Crows began to sing a woeful song. The wind became heavy. Little Evie crept through thorns and nettles. She arrived at the little stream across from her loving Grandma's house. Evie walked across the tattered bridge. The skies became darker and darker. (Nuala)

Stepping out of the tatty, cramped cottage, Little Evie began on her adventure. Evie went skipping to the woods and the bright, boiling sun rose so it would light her way. Suddenly, there was a great howls deep in the wild wood which lowered her determination. The wolf suddenly came into view and it put Evie off. It made her shake with fear because it was a wolf’s howl. It came closer but to Evie’s surprise it took her back to its cave and they shared some huge, scrumptious tarts. Evie clambered onto the muscular, fluffy wolf’s back because she wanted to go home. While she was on the wolf’s back, she stroked the smooth fur. Evie spotted her loving Grandma’s house and before Evie knew it, she was fast asleep. (Finlay)

In patches of dappled, golden, shimmering sunlight, the beetles hurried out to gaze at Evie. The butterflies, colourful like kingfishers, tickled her fair face as they danced their evening dance.

Meanwhile, mellow leaves spirally tumbled, almost making a skirt with their extravagant colours. (Martha)