*even more flamboyant British accent*
Elloelloello mate! Today I shall tell you a tale. A grand tale. A splendiffurous tale. A chewy tale like a luscious gooey chocolate fudgey caramel. Today started with a jolly little game called Red Rover.
“Didjery doo!” cried Mr Nick. “Let us all pay our attention to Nora.”
“Oh, jolly days! Ok!” cried the little kiddies. So Norah taught us all how to play Red Rover, in which two teams made a chain with their hands and each person called someone over to break the chain by rambunctiously ramming into their hands.
“In all my days!” gasped Ani. “Look at those jays! Let us not enter their gaze!” she rhymed.
Then we frolicy dodily dod into the forest, led by Rebecca.
“Wheeee!” we all cried as we ran through the forest. Five seconds later our cheers had changed into depressing moans.
“Oh, this is absolutely tragic!” we wept as we tore at our hair, exhausted. Jena commanded us to go on to the gravel pits, a desert that was far, far into the distance. At last, we managed to scoot our bums across the log that was dangling precariously over an endless gap that fell into the void. There were little rocks that could severely hurt us.
Jena said in a thick pirate voice, “Mates, we must be gitten along now mate! Catcatcatcat! ThunderClan catcatcat. ShadowClan catcatcat!” Nora responded Scottishly with,
“Aye, we must be gitten along now, aye! Catcatcat, ShadowClan catcatcat, Yellowfang catcatcat.”
So we scooched alone. And finally, after thirty years of travel, we at long last arrived at… *dramatic music* the gravel pits! It was very gravely and plainey, filled with long grass and a burnt down house! We scralloped over, pouring down the hill like honey oozing down a jar. Or melted ice cream. Or melted chocolate. Or melted gummy bears. Which is a little yucky, but STILL! Yay!
“My goodness!” we cried joyously. “That’s amazing!”
“Indubitably.” replied Kate proudly.
“And I brought some cakey bits.” announced Asia.
“Oh, scrumdidlyumtious!” cried everyone. There was chocolate! Hot dogs! Chips! Marsy mellows! Cookies! Cakey bits! Roasted nuts! Yummies! We fall upon the food, gladly stuffing our faces until they didn’t look remotely like faces anymore.
Meanwhile, Allan created another fire.
Khaliyah rose to tell us a story about a very peachy child, which made us light up in glee. Then we ate our jolly foods, and ran to play doubleball. Our sticks we had cherished for months as we fought our way through the forest, and were carved with care. We were ready.
“Gasp!” we all gasped in sync as a fox scrubbled its way through the forest under our very noses! A few moments later there was a new shout.
“Aye, lookat ze jaw on ze ground, aye! (catcatcat StarClan catcatcat french bulldog for some reason catcatcatcatcat)” said Norah.
“Oyo mate!” said Mr Rhys. “Well looki there, tis a fox jaw!” he inhaled with wonder.
“Indubitably.” said Kate.
Finally, after a long trek, we all circled, and spoke of circles, and spheres, and other round things like balls!
“I liked the class,” began Ani. “We trekked across grass, and never shattered like glass.”
We snapped our fingers.
Mr Nick raised his hands. “Didjery doo. There might not be time.”
“For what?” we cried, aghast.
“For doubleball, the game of the past, the game that we always have played.” Mr Nick said.
“Oh no, oh why? Oh horrors, oh my!” wept Ani. We all argued profusely, claiming that we always had played doubleball.
“Fine, if we have the time. Didjery doo!”
Finally we set off to play a short but glorious game. We charged and we flied, and we went as fast as our wee scrappy feets could go. We then played one of the most unfair games of doubleball.
There was the tall team, and the short team. It was ‘Coons versus Bees, the Coons being the short team and the Bees being the tall.
We tried and we tried, but it ended in a tie.
We all went, “Whyyyyy!!!”
Ani wrote that down, fascinated by the rhyme. “Indubitably!” shouted Kate, throwing her stick to the ground. In the end we remained jolly, and froliced back to our little houses, lit with bombastic happiness.
“‘Till the next session!” Mr Nick called out.
“Didjery doo!” we cheered in reply.