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Once upon a Picture
What is happening in this picture?
The larger mushroom is reading a book to the younger ones.
Do the 2 smaller mushrooms know the larger one?
The larger mushroom was their uncle.
Have they done this before? How do you know?
No. The larger one was babysitting the smaller ones well the parents went to work. How do I know? I was the little mushroom on left.
What is the larger mushroom reading?
A fairy tale.
What kind of thing might you expect to find inside the book?
Pictures and words.
‘Enoki’ is the type of mushroom (it is the Japanese name for it, as it’s highly popular in Japan). Are the smaller mushrooms of the same species?
Baby enoki mushrooms. To get color they have to do a good deed.
What do you think might be in the background?
Trees, flowers, the stuff you might find in a forest
It was that day that everything changed. It started off like normal, we woke up got ready and just before Mum and Dad left for work they told us some devastating news. “ Your babysitter is no longer working for us her mother has fallen horribly ill and has gone to live London to look after her,” Mum said forcing back tears. Ada was an awesome babysitter she would make yummy food for lunch, take us for wonderful walks in the park, but now that was all over. “So who is going to look after us well you work?” My brother Harold asked. “ Uncle Clarence will look after you till we find another babysitter,” Mum replied.
“ When will he get here,” I asked
As soon as I said that the doorbell rang.
Ding dong, ding dong.
Harold and I sprinted to and door to open it.
We welcomed Uncle Clarence and Mum and Dad quickly ran off to work.
When Mum and Dads car could not be heard in the distances Uncle asked as “What do you to do kids!” We both wanted to go to the park just like what Ada did with us, but Uncle didn't sound convinced.
“ How about instead of the park we take a walk in the wood and when we get there I will read you a book.” “ But Mum and Dad have forbidden us to go in there” I protested. They had told us heaps of stories about the animals the lurched in the forest. The scariest one was about the catrea is was a mix of the cat and squirrel to of our worst enemies.
But Uncle Clarence wasn't giving up, he started getting angry.
“ Well I'm looking after you, you must do everything I say!”
Harold and I took no chances and decided to stay quiet.
We followed him into the forest, keeping close behind him, we reached a few stones sat down and Uncle Clarence read. Slowly I and my brother drifted off to sleep.
