Monday, April 29, 2019

The Shoe Shop (WALT: To Use Interesting and sophisticated vocabulary)

The little Shoemaker

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In the beautiful city of Paris, down a small alleyway, stood a tiny shoe shop. At the top of the building stood a sign that said Cordonnerie, which meant shoe shop in French. A big, glass window took center stage at the front of the footwear shop. To the right of the window stood an aged, crooked, brown door with a golden door knob. Inside the shop stood gorgeous high heels, fancy sneakers, sturdy boots and dainty ballerina shoe. .In this shoe shop was a hard working shoe maker, named Bob. Bob was a tiny, middle aged man. He had dark brown hair that stuck right up and looked like a mohawk. His moustache was also a dark brown, curved upwards and covered his mouth so that you couldn’t see his smile. Bob had crooked, black, square glasses. By how he worked, you could tell he was very hard working. His family had owned the shoe shop for more than fifty years and he had owned it for twenty-five years. Bob loved his job. He took pride and pleasure in selling his top quality shoes that had their own life once Bob had made them.

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Whilst Bob was hard at work, a posh, stylish woman walked past his shoe shop. She was wearing a dull, mustard yellow dress with pea like white polka dots all over it. A small peach coloured sash formed a circle around her waist. At the top of her dress was a bright, tiny yellow bow. She had large, emerald green eyes that took center stage on her face as the rest of her facial features were smaller. Her hair was a dark, reddish brown and was in a huge, thick bun. The lady stopped abruptly at the shoe shop when a pair of red high heels, with cute bows that hung over the front of the shoes, caught her eye. She clapped her hands overjoyed and delighted at the shoes. Just as she was going to invest her money on the glamorous shoes, a ginormous, loud, menacing red van pulled up by the shoe shop.

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A tall, thin man stepped out of the van. It said Leo’s Cordonnerie so Bob and the lady suspected that that was his name. Leo, the man in the van, had come to steal Bob’s customers, but Bob didn’t know that at all. With two taps of Leo’s dapper the van converted into a shoe rack full of elegant, brown high heels and on every second layer was row of flat, casual shoes that were a dull blue colour. The lady went towards the van. Then Leo handed her a pair that he thought was right for her. But the Lady was thinking that it was to expensive for her budgets. But as she was about to say something she heard a bell ring behind her. When she turned around she saw Bob. Bob was standing next to a mini counter where the heels stood and there were discount posters all over the counter. When the lady started to walk towards Bob stand, Leo put up fifty percent of signs all around the shoe rack. That's when the the posters caught the young women's eye she ran straight towards Leo’s shoes and purchased a pair.

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That night Bob didn’t get any sleep. He was  hard at work trying to make a pair of shoes so much better than Leo’s that he would run away. His other wonderful shoes were there watching Bob and trying to help him.  The next morning Leo arrived in his van again. When Bob saw Leo he went straight outside with his marvellous creation. When Leo saw it he tapped his dapper two times a whole lot of sneakers that looked just like Bob’s but better and in the colours of red and white popped up on the shoe rack. For the next few days Bob wasn’t getting any customers.

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Bob’s business was beginning to suffer. Day after day, Bob would stand outside wearing a sales discount  ringing a large golden bell to gain more customers like he used to have. He felt depressed and hopeless.  Bob felt like he couldn’t do anything to change anything. He kept dropping the price until it fell  down to 95% off. Sadly, not even reducing the price made a change. By the end of the week when he opened his till there was no money in it. Bob felt like this was the end of his business.

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That night, Leo slipped a contract into Bob’s shop. The contract said that if Bob didn’t want his shoe shop any more, Leo would take it. It made sense because Bob was anyway not getting any customers because Leo had stolen all his customers. As Bob was about sign the contract his shoes brought him a pair of old shoes and tin of gold paint. All of the shoes, including the old shoe, wanted Bob to to paint the old shoes and present it to his rival.
They wanted Bob to give these shoes to Bob because they would be a great way to get his business back and running again.

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The next morning Bob proudly presented the contract and the gold shoes in the shoe box to his nemesis. When Bob gave Leo the two things Leo first took the contract and happily read as he was happy that the shoemaker had signed it. He slipped the contract into his pocket and peeked into the shoebox to see if it was a trick or not. But what Leo saw wasn’t a trick, it was a pair of glamorous, gold shoes. He quickly slipped them on his feet. When he put the shoes on his feet, he began to do weird stuff like the splits, jump and run in circles. Then the shoes started to make Leo run down the street far, far away from the town. As Bob was walking back to his shop the contract flew to him. Bob just ripped it into pieces.

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Bob’s life became all normal and amazing until one day . . . Another van came along to challenge him. When Bob saw the van, he flicked his duster backwards and clenched his fists together. He was ready for a battle, again.

By Tanisha.A.Prasad

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

My Taonga My Treasure









My Taonga My Treasure


My Treasure is a really pretty dress I got on my first birthday from my parents. It is a dark purple colour with gold and silver gems on it.  I got it from roop darshan, which is an Indian traditional clothing shop that sells things like sarees and things you would wear on Diwali. I got it in 2010, on my first birthday. I got it one day before my first birthday when I was little. It has been in my family for about 8 to 10 years.  


It is special to me because it is a great memory from when I was little and it is something I have kept for many years whereas all my other baby clothes are gone.  


I think it’s important to have a taonga of your own or a taonga that your whole family shares because it can tell you about your past, remind you of your past and influence your future maybe.