WALT: Write about Otzi’s last day
The first day I went out of my dark, deep, stony cave I went to hunt my breakfast. I put on my cow-skin leggings and shoes filled with hey, and my strong waterproof goat hide coat and warm furry hat. I also put on my belt made out of cow skin and my pouch filled with flint to make a nice cosy fire.
I marched up the mountain and my friend was going to shoot a deer but I was in the way and he shot me in the shoulder. I had a sore hand was still bleeding badly. I fell down and my friend said “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to do that!” and he started to be so sad and cry. I was dying…
By Jasmine Owen
Waking up it was still dark I got out of the soft bed. I was very hungry so I went outside but before that I put on my shoes filed up with hey so they were warmer. Also I put on my coat. I was so hungry so I went outside to get my delicious breakfast. When I ate I was still hungry so I went up the hill.
I saw the big green trees. It was hard to walk up the hill. I saw something as quick as a flash something was running behind me….!
“ATAAK!!” shouted his angry enemy. He shot an arrow in my shoulder. “OW my shoulder!!!!” the enemy chopped the old heavy tree!
“Ow my head oh I even cracked my shoulder” I took my last breath and I died.
By Kristina Karpova
When I woke up, it was a cold damp day. I quickly pulled on my goat hide leggings, then put on my bearskin shoes with hay inside them. Then I put on my cap. I ate my breakfast which was bread, meat and herbs in my dark and dusty cave. Then I collected my axe and set off.
When I was walking up the mountains the birds were singing beautifully, I also saw a fox hiding from me. I was looking for some more food because I was still hungry so I killed a deer and ate it.
After that everything went quiet… “ATTACK!!!” One man from a rival tribe shot me in the shoulder! “Ow!” I yelled. I was stumbling to a cliff. I tripped and fell off the cliff… I fell on thick ice and cracked my skull. I saw blood on my finger… I had one last breath. I died.
By Maxim Mateas
Waking up, I quickly dressed up into my bear-fur cap, my coat and my warm leggings. Dashing outside I took my sharp, pointy arrows too. The weather was extremely cold. My home was made out of hard rocks but it was very hot because I made a warm fire.
Walking up the mountain I was about to shoot a wily mammoth but just then my horrible rival came and shot me meanly in the shoulder with his arrow.
Falling down on the rocks I cracked my skull “Wooooch!” I shouted. I noticed that blood was dripping on the sharp rock! I was about to die!
By Talya Arbiv