In 3/4P we have been working on our descriptive writing.  It was a fabulous coincidence that our writing prompt this week was very related to our Art Work.

In the misty, dark and shady forest, the last species of the rare crow bird sits atop of a tall tree.  His fierce yellow and reddish eyes can see miles away like a telescope.

An angry, hideous white bird with blue and red feathers lived in a deep, dark scary forest.

On a foggy, peaceful and still morning, I quietly step into the gigantic forest with trees that must reach the sky.  My brave, fearless and bubbly brother starts climbing a huge, brown shaded tree with hundreds of small branches coming off every part of the tree trunk.

In a scary, swarming, misty yet mysterious forest, a likeable, good natured boy with his bold brave and courageous father and his nasty, unpleasant and ugly sister were hiking towards a huge hill where a beautiful black bird with a light covering of blue on top of his head was sitting in his nest.

Deep in the mysterious forest there was a frightened, creepy and unknown bird that never came out of his nest.

As my feet walk on the crunchy old leaves in the gigantic, luscious and busy forest, I see a beautiful snowy mountain.  As I reach the mountain, I see an angry fat and hideous bird with furious eyes.

In the dark, calm and quiet forest sits a black and white bird with its skinny legs under its large black wings.  With its huge brown eyes it sits in a tree that can reach the sky.  It stares at all of the different animals and people walking past.

The moon is shining in the dark night sky as the fat angry crow sits quietly in his tree.

In the calm but still forest, I hear an angry hungry crow sitting in a paper tree above me with two babies starving to death.

In the deep, dark, eerie and frightening forest, there was a big, fat, nasty and revolting black crow, laying in his nest with his baby crows.  As night fell, the bright moon was shining and all of the animals went to bed.

In the calm and still forest, a big mountain stood in the middle of the trees with a bird sitting in her nest.  She was not just any bird, she was a brave and protective bird with big wings and a bad scar across her head.  The bird was also a mother, a loving mother with four babies to protect.

In the deep, dark and spine chilling forest there lived a scary old terrifying black crow in a tall tree covered in bark.

Footsteps echo around the eerie darky foggy jungle.  A lonely, cute, small humming bird gracefully lands on a beautiful Australian gum tree.  The bird sits there in the misty rain saturated.  The peaceful mood suddenly shifts as a deafening, spine chilling screech alerts every creature in the jungle to run for safety.