my bike

This is a normal bike however I changed the wheels. I made the wheels thicker so it would be more sturdy and safe also I changed the pedals so that when you pedal it powers energy to make it go faster out of exhaust pipe

analysis of parts of a bike

WALT: Analyse the importance of the different parts of a bike

Rankings

• Frame
• Chain
• Wheels
• Pedals
• Handlebars
• Seat
• Brakes
• Bell
• Reflector

Explanation of the rankings

I believe that the frame and the chain are equally vital because if the frame wasn't there all the parts would not be stable and the chain makes the whole bike move.   Secondly, the wheels are vital because without the wheels, you would have to push with your feet and that would take a lot of work. Now we're going into the middle of the rankings.  I think the seat, handlebars and pedals are equally vital because it's not a must but good to have because without the seat you wouldn't have somewhere to rest your bottom, with handlebars you can control which way you’re moving and the pedals allow you to make your bike move.  The bell and reflectors are not that important because you can warn people you’re coming by shouting instead of ringing a bell. You don't need reflectors that much because if your traveling during the day they’re no use.

The Little Shoemaker

On a fine day in Strasbourg, France, there lived a diminutive, hard-working man named Arthur.  He had hair like spikes and a moustache like a trimmed bush. Arthur owned an old fashioned shop named Cordonnerie, which meant a shoe shop in French.

While Arthur was dusting his shoes a dainty lady was strolling through the streets when a red high heel with a blush pink bow caught her eye. The lady had a dark, mustard colour dress with bold polka dots scattered around. Her hair was a colour of an apricot and her eyes were emerald green, that glistened in the scorching sun. The lady cheerfully accepted the high heels until something happened…

An old vintage van covered with red carbon fibre braked, a man named Remy cheerfully hopped out of the van he had a black suit and white gloves. Remy was around 6 ft and 5 inches tall, a black top hat on his head. Remy was holding A staff in his hand and pressed the button to Arthur and the customer’s surprise it displayed magnificent heels, the customer rushed over but they were too expensive suddenly a tiny bell rang. The customer elegantly walked over to a wooden stall which had on display the glossy high heel, then  Remy pushed the same red button and posters popped up from all sides giving the lady a discount. Finally, she agreed to the deal and bought it.

Arthur was angry, he went into his shop and got his materials to make his shoe he spent the rest of the day and night creating a masterpiece. The next morning a pair of sneakers came to life. On the same stall one sneaker proudly stood there, Remy hit the red button and a marvellous stand of white and red sneakers. Arthur was jaw dropped.

He started ringing a bell and holding a sign saying -20% but nobody bought his shoes. Then a  -60% still nobody bought his shoes, finally, the man gave a whopping -95% still no luck for Arthur. By now all his money was used poor old Arthur was depressed and he didn't know what to do.

         

Remy came to his door, in the night, and through the mail slot in the door a page glide  onto the floor. The text written on the page said 79,000 franc, the french dollar, for the shop. When he was about to sign the contract, his shoes appeared. A pair of light yellow coloured shoes with a tin of gold. The next morning  he trotted outside with the paper and the golden shoes. Arthur proudly gave the box, Remy snatched the box with a curious look. When he opened the box a surprising look was on his face when he saw the golden, glimmering shoes. He tried them on. The shoes were controlling him they made Remy do the splits after that they made him run away into the horizon.

Arthur walked back into his shop, suddenly another van pushed Remy’s van and then parked his shoe van where Remy’s was parked Arthur clenched his fists together an shouted “ THIS IS WAR”.                                           

my taonga

My Taonga

My taonga is a silver spoon.  It originated from my great grandfather all the way to me. It looks like a normal spoon but with white patches. Originally the spoon was for eating but we  keep it safe in a draw.

It is important to me because it reminds me of my family.  When I have kids I will show them my taonga and I will tell them about it and they will be able the learn about it.

my onomatopoeia poem

Sausage on a pan

Grrrrrr… the freezer opens like a chest’s top opening.  

I reach inside the icicle like freezer and grab the frigid sausages.

Shhhhhhh the noise of the freezer closing annoys my brain.  

I start warming the sausages in the microwave, beep beep.

The irritating noise annoys my brain even more “uhhhhhhhhh why today” I groan.  

I continue preparing the sausage.

Next I settle the sausage on the pan, sizzle sizzle pop!  

Ahhhhhh I vociferate, a sigh of relief escapes  out of my mouth like an ocean’s breeze.

The tragedy is done now I can enjoy my sausage.

Ink Art

My Wild Self

  I was exploring an eerie cave, when out of the corner of my eye I saw an abnormal, foreign creature feasting on its prey.   It looked something like this… On the top of its head it had bison horns protruding out just over its SPEAR NOSED BAT EARS.  These ears helped it to hear extremely well. His eyes were more miniscule than a chameleon’s eyes.  It had a snake tongue which was used to collect chemicals in the air to evoke different electrical signals which are relayed to the brain.

He had condor wings sticking out from his back which has an unbelievable wingspan of 10 feet!  The most spine-chilling, blood-curdling part of this creature was the crab arms, they were about thirteen feet long and he used them to grab onto his prey.  He would then suffocate it with his rattlesnake tail.

All of a sudden, he started slithering like a worm.  Then it crawled up into a ball and somehow made a roaring noise like a Mclaren 570S' s exhaust pipe.   Its Condor wings flapped wildy, I was so surprised by its undomesticated behaviour. Though his behaviour seemed rough, he soon began to act very friendly and childlike.   

“Finally it has calmed down,”  I mumbled to myself.  However, I spoke too soon...  the being elevated its crab arms and brandished its arms like a psycho, then it slithered into the depths of the cave.

I wonder if there's more of his kind?  Will he ever come back? I  was left with several questions and thoughts whirling through my brain.