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A day in the life of a Brussel Sprout!
Miss Hollett asked students to write a short story about the day in the life a brussel sprout and we would like to share these with you....
Isla in 8G wrote:
Hello my name is Bryan, Bryan Brussel. My life has never been dandy, into the oven, onto the plate, into the children’s mouths then spat out again. But today is different, today is the one day where I will not only be swallowed But I will also be enjoyed!
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Cried the grandparents as they stepped into the kitchen, when I saw them I almost burst with joy because they love sprouts! At 11am on the dot I was carelessly chucked into a pan, then washed and rinsed and salted and seasoned. At 11.15am the oven was exactly 180 degrees it was time to go in! I was jostled in with the potatoes and the carrots too, they were a rather grumbly lot, but anything will do. At 12noon I was taken from the oven and carefully poured into a dish. At 12.30pm the plates were being served, I crossed all leaves that I was on a grandparents plate. Then it finally happened, the best thing in the world, I was put on Grandma Annes plate! Through to the dining room we all went, but then the worst thing happened; Grandma Anne said “I’m steering clear of sprouts this year.” I was shocked and surprised, how could this be so, then with one long sigh I was tossed onto the kids' plates. At 1.00pm I went into the mouth, at 1.15pm I was still being chewed, and chewed, and chewed. Then at 1.30pm the mum finally said,
“Fine you can spit it out.” With one long deep breath I was hurled into a tissue, then mere moments later tossed into the bin, maybe next year will be my year.
Erianu Subair in 8S wrote:
Hello my name is Brody and I am a Brussel sprout and I live in Brussels on a little farm. My best friend Bruce and I are very excited about getting harvested for Christmas. We’ve heard stories of big grand tables of turkeys and potatoes and other vegetables like us! We heard the farmers saying that we’ll be harvested today so Bruce and I are bouncing up and down so hard; we can’t wait to make new friends! Finally it’s the time for harvesting! We were put into crate for washing and then we got wrapped and put in a big machine that went chug chug chug. Then we arrived at a big place filled with people, they didn’t look like the kind farmers. They were running and searching and grabbing and pushing but we were soon distracted by the beautiful bright things that looked like tiny suns in the sky but were very colourful. Bruce and I were placed on a stand and a little girl took us and put us in a wheely silver thing. It went round and round and round. Then we were in a bag and in a shiny moving thing and were off. Then, in a hustle and bustle we were put into a cold silver box. It was freezing! We slept there for the night until a woman opened the door of the box and said ‘Let’s make Christmas Dinner!’
And a nice simple story from Esmae in 7N:
Hello my name is Bruce, and I am absolutely fed up of being hated by OVER HALF THE WORLD!!
