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Growing and maturing in our learning journey ‘They are like trees that grow beside a stream, That bear fruit at the right time, And whose leaves do not dry up, They succeed in everything they do’ Psalms 1:3


‘Do for others what you want them to do for you’ Matthew 7:12


‘Our love should not just be words and talk; it must be true love which shows itself in action’ 1 John 3:18


‘Let us examine our ways and test them, and let us return to the Lord’ Lamentations 3:40


‘The Lord is loving and merciful, slow to become angry and full of constant love’ Psalms 145 8:9


‘For the body itself is not made up of only one part, but of many parts’ 1 Corinthians 12:14


‘Happy is the person who remains faithful under trials’ James 1:12


Wow Work

Fabulous work

Animal art

                                                                             The Predator


The crescent moon slowly crept higher into the night sky. The breeze shot through the city air. The streetlights poured just enough light out for the killer to see everything from their vantage point at the edge of the wooden copse. The predator puffed his chest out and readied himself for some unsuspecting victim.

“Soon someone will wish they had never left their home,” they thought to themselves, gleefully squawking. His heart began to beat faster and faster as every second went by.

He had been waiting for over 6 hours, everything was aching. Suddenly, noises came from all around him. He sat motionless ready to attack.

NO! the sound began to fade away and then it was gone. The predator took a deep breath and hoped what ever made the noise came back so he could strike.

“Come on!” the predator thought impatiently.

He was becoming more agitated and furious. He was determined that the night wasn’t going to be wasted.

Suddenly, the rustling came back but this time it did not stop. The predator caught sight of the oblivious victim as they ran across the road from one grass verge to another. A car passed and momentarily blinded the poor creature, the predator swooped his wings making no sound. He attacked his victim- it was quick.

A dead rabbit lay still. Blood pouring from his wounds. The predator flew off his stomach satisfied. He had completed his mission.

By Tobia

Deadly 60 writing and other home school work