Earlier on in the term, our Primary section launched a creative writing competition to coincide with 'Roald Dahl Day' on the 13th of September. La Côte International School Primary students in Years 3 to 6 were invited to write either a short story or ‘revolting rhyme’ in the style of this internationally-renowned and much-loved children’s writer.
Needless to say, the stories submitted by our students were very engaging and the rhymes truly excellent so Mrs Corfield and Mrs Piguet, our competition judges, faced a tall order when it came to picking the winner.
But there could only be one winner so, roll of the drums, we are delighted to announce that Henry in Year 6 won the competition with his wonderful version of ‘The Three Little Pigs’. Henry's school friends clearly agreed with the judges' decision, when the poem was read out to everyone during our weekly Primary Assembly.
Henry's prize was a 20CHF book voucher, to provide him with inspiration for the next creative writing competition!
The two highly commended runners up were Anaya in Year 6 and Ahana in Year 4. Well done to all the students who took part, for submitting such wonderful stories and rhymes, written in the style of Roald Dahl.
WINNER OF THE LCIS ROALD DAHL WRITING COMPETITION
The Story of the Big Bad Wolf (in the style of Roald Dahl) written by Henry in Year 6
The three little pigs is quite a story
But the writer made it a lot more gory.
For I am the big bad wolf
And I know the real truth.
Ok then here I go…
This is the real story, the one that you should know.
One house for each of the three little pigs,
Oh how lovely were their digs!
One made of straw, one made of sticks
And the best of all the one of bricks.
The first pig how he hid in fear,
When I knocked on the door for him to hear,
All I wanted was to say hello,
When the straw caught my nose – oh what a blow!
I sneezed and sneezed and the house fell down
I felt like quite the clown!
He scurried towards his brother's house
As if he were some frightened mouse
I followed him to apologise.
After I felt it was not wise.
For then I got to the house of sticks
I knocked on the door but the lock was fixed
I tripped and fell
Oh what a yell!
The house collapsed to firewood
Now there was only one house in this neighborhood
Once again, I stupidly
Walked towards house number three.
The third little pig was not scared
Helping his brothers all torn and tared
He lit a fire, he made a stew
He shouted "Mr Wolf, I will catch you!"
Now here's the most embarrassing part
I ran away with a thumping heart!
Off to a different village I went
And now I live happily in my camping tent.