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Who is this? Week 1 Monday Spoken language 1 A. A. Milne Christopher Robin Winnie-the-Pooh © Original resource copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y1/2 Sum P 2A Traditional poems
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Who is this?
Week 1 Monday Spoken language 1
A. A. Milne Christopher Robin Winnie-the-PoohAlan Alexander Milne was born on the 18th of January
Christopher Robin Milne was born on the 21st of August 1920, in
In 1921 Christopher Robin Milne was given an Alpha Farnell teddy bear.
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1882, in London.
His parents were Scottish and he grew up in Scotland, living in the school his father ran. When he was older he went to school in London and then went on to Cambridge University. He enjoyed writing and while he was at university he helped to write articles for a newspaper.
In 1913 he married Dorothy de Selincourt and in 1920 they had a child, a son they called Christopher Robin.
In 1925 the family bought a large home, called Cotford Farm in East Sussex. The home was close to a large wood and a stream.
For the rest of his life he continued to write stories and poems. His son inspired much of his writing; the adventures they would get up to in the wood and the conversations and experiences they had together.
A. A. Milne died on the 31st of January in 1956, aged 74.
London.
His parents had expected a girl, and had already chosen the name Rosemary, so were surprised when the baby turned out to be a boy! They liked the name Billy, but thought it was not appropriate. To help distinguish him from other members of the family each parent chose a name and he was called Christopher Robin.
On his first birthday he was given a teddy bear, called Edward. He loved this soft toy and in time other friends joined Edward: Piglet, Eeyore, Tigger and Kanga.
Christopher Robin went to boarding school, and while he was growing up only saw his parents for short periods of time. He was teased by his friends for being the main character in his father’s stories.
When he was older Christopher Robin married a lady called Lesley Selincourt and they had one child; a daughter called Clare.
For most of his adult life he owned and ran a bookshop in Dartmouth, Devon.
Christopher Robin died on the 20th of April 1996, aged 75.
The bear was called Edward (Teddy).
When Christopher Robin was very young he went to visit London zoo and while he was there he became enchanted with a small black bear from America called Winnie.
Close to his family home, Christopher Robin would feed a swan, which he called ‘the Pooh’.
When his father wanted a name for the bear character he was writing about, A. A. Milne combined his son’s love of the black bear of London zoo (Winnie) with the swan he would feed close to his home (the Pooh) and Winnie-the-Pooh was born!
However, in the first chapter of Winnie-the-Pooh titled In which we are introduced to Winnie-the-Pooh and some bees Milne offers this explanation for why he is often just called Pooh.
“But his arms were so stiff ... they stayed up straight in the air for more than a week, and whenever a fly came and settled on his nose he had to blow it off. And I think – but I am not sure – that that is why he is always called Pooh.”
Winnie-the-Pooh has lived very happily in his home in The Hundred Acre Wood for many years and enjoys it when people share in his adventures!
Week 1 Monday Spoken language 1
My Special Soft Toy
Tell your friend/adult about your most special soft toy.
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Answer these questions to give your friend as much information about your toy as possible.
What is the name of your special soft toy?
Why is it special to you?
Who gave it to you?
What does it smell like?
What colour is it?
How do you feel when you play with it?
How would you feel if you lost it?
What is your favourite game to play with your toy?
Do you take your toy to bed with you?
How would you describe what your toy looks like?
Does your toy make any sounds?
Describe how your toy feels?
Week 1 Monday Spoken language 1
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My special soft toy
1. Talk to your friend/adult about your most special soft toy.
2. Draw your most special soft toy.
3. Describe your soft toy: what it looks like, feels like, sounds like, and how it makes you feel!
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Week 1 Monday Spoken language 1
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At the Zoo
There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things,
There are buffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings,
There’s a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too –
But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!
There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Super-in-tendent’s-House,
There are masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds of mouse,
And I think there’s a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo –
But I gave my buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo!
If you try and talk to the bison, he never quite understands;
You can’t shake hands with a mingo – he doesn’t like shaking hands.
And lions and roaring tigers hate saying, “How do you do?” –
But I give buns to the elephant when I go down to the Zoo!
By A. A. Milne
Week 1 Tuesday Grammar 1
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Tell me more about it!
Adjectives give more information about nouns.
Imagine you are playing with your soft toy.
Think of words to describe it.
Looks Feels Sounds Smells It makes me feel
Week 1 Tuesday Grammar 1
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What is it like?
Think of brilliant words that describe your soft toy.
It looks … It sounds … It feels …How you feel
when you have your toy…
Use these words to help you write a descriptive poem about your soft toy.
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Week 1 Tuesday Grammar 1: Hard
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Decoding StrategiesWhen you come across a word you don’t know, use these strategies to help you read
it!
Use the pictures
Look for s maller words within
words e.g. c-at
Break words into syllables
e.g. cat-er-pillar
Sound out the word
Skip the word and read the
rest of the sentence to try and work out what it says
Did the sentence you read make
sense?
Week 1 Wednesday Word reading 1
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A Thought
If I were John and John were Me,
Then he’d be six and I’d be three.
If John were Me and I were John,
I shouldn’t have these trousers on.
By A. A. Milne
The Morning Walk
When Anne and I go out a walk,
We hold each other’s hand and talk
Off all the things we mean to do
When Anne and I are forty-two.
By A. A. Milne
Week 1 Wednesday Word reading 1
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The End
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I am as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
By A. A Milne
Week 1 Wednesday Word reading 1
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Waiting at the WindowThese are my drops of rainWaiting on the window-pane.
I am waiting here to seeWhich the winning one will be.
Both of them have different names,One is John and one is James.
All the best and all the worstComes from which of them is first.
James had just begun to ooze.He’s the one I want to loose.
John is waiting to begin.He’s the one I want to win.
James is going slowly on.Something sort of sticks to John.
John is moving off at last. James is going pretty fast.
John is rushing down the pane.James is going slow again.
James has met a sort of smear.John is getting very near.
Is he going fast enough?(James has found a piece of fluff.)
John has hurried quickly by. (James was talking to a fly.)
John is there, and John has won!Look! I told you! Here’s the sun!
By A. A. Milne
Week 1 Wednesday Word reading 1
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If I were KingI often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only I were King of Spain,
I’d take my hat off in the rain.
If only I were King of France
I wouldn’t brush my hair for aunts.
I think, if I were King of Greece,
I’d push things off the mantelpiece.
If I were King of Norroway,
I’d ask an elephant to stay.
If I were King of Babylon,
I’d leave my button gloves undone.
If I were King of Timbuctoo,
I’d think of lovely things to do.
If I were King of anything,
I’d tell the soldier, “I’m the King!”
By A. A. Milne
Week 1 Wednesday Word reading 1
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Week 1 Thursday Transcription 2
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(Please edit to make sure that these success criteria reflect the handwriting policy of your class and school.)
Week 1 Thursday Transcription 2
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Printing Joining
Sit on chair – make sure all of the legs of the chair are on the ground.
Sit on chair – make sure all of the legs of the chair are on the ground.
Hold the pencil lightly between your fingers.
Hold the pencil lightly between your fingers.
Place the paper in front of you and turn it very slightly to one side.
Place the paper in front of you and turn it very slightly to one side.
Press lightly when you write on the paper.
Press lightly when you write on the paper.
Leave a space between each word, about the width of your finger.
Leave a space between each word, about the width of your finger.
Remember that some letter have tails that hang below the line, and some have tall hands that reach up to the top of the line.
Remember that some letter have tails that hang below the line, and some have tall hands that reach up to the top of the line.
Some joins slide diagonally from the bottom of letters to the next letter.
Some joins jump straight across from one letter to another.
IF YOU ARE NOT SURE HOW TO JOIN, THEN ASK YOUR FRIEND OR TEACHER.
The Dormouse and the Doctor
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bedOf delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),And all the day long he'd a wonderful viewOf geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
A Doctor came hurrying round, and he said:"Tut-tut, I am sorry to find you in bed.Just say 'Ninety-nine' while I look at your chest....Don't you find that chrysanthemums answer the best?"
The Dormouse looked round at the view and replied(When he'd said "Ninety-nine") that he'd tried and he'd tried,And much the most answering things that he knewWere geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
The Doctor stood frowning and shaking his head,And he took up his shiny silk hat as he said:"What the patient requires is a change," and he wentTo see some chrysanthemum people in Kent.
The Dormouse lay there, and he gazed at the viewOf geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue),And he knew there was nothing he wanted insteadOf delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
The Doctor came back and, to show what he meant,He had brought some chrysanthemum cuttings from Kent."Now these," he remarked, "give a much better viewThan geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue)."
They took out their spades and they dug up the bedOf delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),And they planted chrysanthemums (yellow and white)."And now," said the Doctor, "we'll soon have you right."
The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh:"I suppose all these people know better than I.It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the viewOf geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue)."
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The Doctor came round and examined his chest,And ordered him Nourishment, Tonics, and Rest."How very effective," he said, as he shookThe thermometer, "all these chrysanthemums look!"
The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sightOf the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white)."How lovely," he thought, "to be back in a bedOf delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red.)"
The Doctor said, "Tut! It's another attack!"And ordered him Milk and Massage-of-the-back,And Freedom-from-worry and Drives-in-a-car,And murmured, "How sweet your chrysanthemums are!"
The Dormouse lay there with his paws to his eyes,And imagined himself such a pleasant surprise:"I'll pretend the chrysanthemums turn to a bedOf delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)!"
The Doctor next morning was rubbing his hands,And saying, "There's nobody quite understandsThese cases as I do! The cure has begun!How fresh the chrysanthemums look in the sun!"
The Dormouse lay happy, his eyes were so tightHe could see no chrysanthemums, yellow or white.And all that he felt at the back of his headWere delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
And that is the reason (Aunt Emily said)If a Dormouse gets in a chrysanthemum bed,You will find (so Aunt Emily says) that he liesFast asleep on his front with his paws to his eyes.
By A. A. Milne
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