I can identify the different types of fictional genres.

CREATED BY: RACHEL TANKERSLEY

SYCAMORE ELEMENTARY 5TH GRADE GenrGenr

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What you should remember...

How many fictional genres are there?

Hopefully you said 12 :)

On a slate, please write all of the fictional genres we have studied the past two weeks.

You should have:

MYTHREALISTIC FICTIONTALL TALE

HISTORICAL FICTION

SCIENTIFIC FICTION

MYSTERY

FABLE

FANTASYFAIRY TALEFOLK TALE

LEGEND DRAMA

Folk Tales

What is a Folk Tale?

A story that has been passed on by word of mouth from one generation to the next. They often gegin with long ago and involves culture.

Do you remember the trick to Folk Tales?

That’s right! It’s the umbrella!

Folk Tales

fableslegends

tall tales

mythsfairy tale

What goes under the umbrella?

It is time for the battle of the Genres!!!!

Please get out you slates and be ready to vote for the best choice for the genre.

Be ready in 10...9...8...

Fairy Tale Fable

Once there was a tortoise and a hare. They came across each other and decided to have a race. The hare ran and ran until he had such a big lead that he needed to rest. While he was sleeping the tortoise passed him. When the hare awoke, he noticed that the tortoise was almost at the finish line. At that moment, he then ran at full speed, and almost caught the tortoise, but the tortoise passed the finish line first.

Robin Hood has been taking care of Sherwood Forest and the surrounding areas for years. It has been said that he can shoot his arrow into anything. He is able to also shoot an arrow perfectly every time, no matter what.

Legend Myth

There was once a man, named Bob that was able to hear anything and everything. He had such amazing hearing that he could hear a missile coming from miles away. When he was in the Army, he was stationed in Iraq and was just sitting down for dinner, and he heard something familiar. There was a missile heading straight for the base. Once he heard the missile he told his comrades, and they left the base. About five minutes later, the base was gone, but everyone was safe thanks to Bob.

Tall Tale Fable

On your slate tell me the difference between these two.

Tall Tale Legend

Who am I...My name is India Opal Buloni, and last summer my daddy, the preacher, sent me to the store for a box of macaroni-and-cheese, some white rice, and two tomatoes and I came back with a dog. This is what happened: I walked into the produce section of the Winn-Dixie grocery store to pick out my two tomatoes and I almost bumped right into the store manager. He was standing there all red-faced, screaming and waving his arms around.

"Who let a dog in here?" he kept on shouting. "Who let a dirty dog in here?"

At first, I didn't see a dog. There were just a lot of vegetables rolling around on the floor, tomatoes and onions and green peppers. And there was what seemed like a whole army of Winn-Dixie employees running around waving their arms just the same way the store manager was waving his.

Realistic Realistic FictionFiction

Who am I...• Now John Henry was a mighty man, yes sir. He was born a slave in the

1840's but was freed after the war. He went to work as a steel-driver for the Chesapeake & Ohio Railroad, don't ya know. And John Henry was the strongest, the most powerful man working the rails.

• John Henry, he would spend his day's drilling holes by hitting thick steel spikes into rocks with his faithful shaker crouching close to the hole, turning the drill after each mighty blow. There was no one who could match him, though many tried.

• Well, the new railroad was moving along right quick, thanks in no little part to the mighty John Henry. But looming right smack in its path was a mighty enemy - the Big Bend Mountain. Now the big bosses at the C&O Railroad decided that they couldn't go around the mile and a quarter thick mountain. No sir, the men of the C&O were going to go through it - drilling right into the heart of the mountain.

Tall TaleTall Tale

Who am I...The Students Are In Dr. Dillamond's Class In Desks. Elphaba Walks In Outrageously Dressed.Elphaba: Flips her hair.. Flip Flip! What?Fiyero: Nothing, it's just... you've been "Galinda-fied". You don't have to do that , you know?Dillamond: Alright, take your seats, class! I have something to say, and very little time to say it. This is my last day here at Shiz I am no longer permitted to teach. I want to thank you for your sharing your enthusiasm, your essays, no matter how feebly structured, and even, on occasion, your lunch.Mme. Morrible Rushes In.Morrible: Doctor Dillamond! I'm so dreadfully sorry.Elphaba: Madame, we've got to do something.Dillamond: Miss Elphaba, they can take away my job, but I shall continue speaking out.Scientist: Come on, goat...To Men Begin To Carry Him Out Of The Room.Dillamond: They are not telling you the whole story! Remember that, class! Remember that.He Is Gone.

DramDramaa

Who am I...• “I am master of this land!” bellowed the hideous

gargoyle.

• Marlene the Magician stepped forward. Holding us her staff, she declared, “I command thee to return to the solid granite from which you came!” At that, lightning flashed from the top of her staff and changed the horrible beast back to stone.

• Prince Clement looked on in awe. “Thou art powerful and just, Marlene. With my swift sword and your mighty staff, we can rid our fair country of these creatures and their ruler, the evil Elan.”

• “My liege,” she responded, “I am fortunate to be by thge side of one so brave and honorable. Come, let us ride together.”

FANTASY

Who am I...

As Lu Ann stood at the edge of the earth, she wondered what would happen next. She was trembling all over as she saw the silver aircraft lift up into the sky and disappear through the stars. Her recent visit from Flambgon has been short, and she liked it that way. When visitors from the distant galaxy came to earth, it was never a good sign.

Science Science FictionFiction

Who am I...• Now it fell out that one day not long thereafter, Robin was

minded to try his skill at hunting. And not knowing whom he might meet in his rambles, he stained his face and put on a sorry looking jacket and a long cloak before he sallied forth. As he walked, the peacefulness of the morning came upon him, and brought back to his memory the early days so long ago when he had roamed these same glades with Marian. How sweet they seemed to him now, and how far away! Marian, too, the dainty friend of his youth – would he ever see her again? He had thought of her very often of late, and each time with increasing desire to hear her clear voice and musical laugh, and see her eyes light up at his coming…

LEGEND

Who am I...Once there lived an ant and a grasshopper in a grassy meadow.

All day long the ant would work hard, collecting grains of wheat from the farmer's field far away. She would hurry to the field every morning, as soon as it was light enough to see by, and toil back with a heavy grain of wheat balanced on her head. She would put the grain of wheat carefully away in her larder, and then hurry back to the field for another one. All day long she would work, without stop or rest, scurrying back and forth from the field, collecting the grains of wheat and storing them carefully in her larder.

The grasshopper would look at her and laugh. 'Why do you work so hard, dear ant?' he would say. 'Come, rest awhile, listen to my song. Summer is here, the days are long and bright. Why waste the sunshine in labor and toil?'

The ant would ignore him, and head bent, would just hurry to the field a little faster. This would make the grasshopper laugh even louder. 'What a silly little ant you are!' he would call after her. 'Come, come and dance with me! Forget about work! Enjoy the summer! Live a little!' And the grasshopper would hop away across the meadow, singing and dancing merrily.

Summer faded into autumn, and autumn turned into winter. The sun was hardly seen, and the days were short and grey, the nights long and dark. It became freezing cold, and snow began to fall.

The grasshopper didn't feel like singing any more. He was cold and hungry. He had nowhere to shelter from the snow, and nothing to eat. The meadow and the farmer's field were covered in snow, and there was no food to be had. 'Oh what shall I do? Where shall I go?' wailed the grasshopper. Suddenly he remembered the ant. 'Ah - I shall go to the ant and ask her for food and shelter!' declared the grasshopper, perking up. So off he went to the ant's house and knocked at her door. 'Hello ant!' he cried cheerfully. 'Here I am, to sing for you, as I warm myself by your fire, while you get me some food from that larder of yours!'

The ant looked at the grasshopper and said, 'All summer long I worked hard while you made fun of me, and sang and danced. You should have thought of winter then! Find somewhere else to sing, grasshopper! There is no warmth or food for you here!' And the ant shut the door in the grasshopper's face.

It is wise to worry about tomorrow today.

FabFablele

Who am I...

The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes.Before they left, their mother told them " Whatever you do , do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world. The first little pig built his house out of straw because it was the easiest thing to do.The second little pig built his house out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house.The third little pig built his house out of bricks.One night the big bad wolf, who dearly loved to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his house of straw. He said "Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!""Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig.But of course the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig.

Folk TaleFolk Talealsoalso

FableFable

Who am I...• “No, I won’t, tell either. Mama would probably scold me for

running on the street.”

• She said goodbye to Ellen on the second floor, where Ellen lived, and continued to the third, practicing in her mind a cheerful greeting for her mother; a smile, a description of today’s spelling test, in which she had done well.

• But she was too late. Kirsti had gotten there first. “and he poked Annemarie’s book bag with his gun, and then he grabbed my hair!” Kirsti was chattering as she took off her sweater in the center of the apartment living room. “But I wasn’t scared. Annemarie was, and Ellen, too. But not me!”

• Mrs. Johansen rose quickly from the chair by the window where she’d been sitting. Mrs. Rosen, Ellen’s mother, was there, too, in the opposite chair. They’d been having coffee together, as they did many afternoons. O f course it wasn’t really coffee, though the mothers still called it that; “having coffee.” There had been no real coffee in Copenhagen since the beginning of the Nazi occupation. Not even any real tea. The mothers sipped at hot water flavored with herbs.

HistoricHistorical al

FictionFiction

Who am I...

• Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl called Cinderella, She had two stepsisters who made her do all of the work. She had to mop the floors, clean the kitchen, wash the clothes, sweep the floors, wash the windows, and cook the meals. Her sisters would dress up and go to parties while she stayed home and did the house work.

Fairy Fairy TaleTale

Who am I... “Jack Alden’s account of the attempted strangling of Mrs. McHenry is pretty farfetched,” Inspector Winters told Dr. Haledjian. “Yet he passed a lie detector test. “Alden drives a delivery fruck for Best Cleaners,” explained the inspector. “At five minutes before noon Tuesday he drove to the McHenry House and stopped the truck in the driveway. “He spent about two minutes filling out his delivery reports for the morning. Then he got out with a dress and two suits.

??MYSTERY??

Who am I...

• The Greeks had their gods of the sky, earth, and water.Demeter was hailed as the goddess of grain.The pride of her life was her tender young daughterPersephone, truly no plain-looking Jane.The two, as all classical scholars agree,Were as close as a mother and daughter could be.

Now one day the girl was out gathering rosesBeneath the majestic Olympian sky,And there she unwittingly struck a few posesThat caught a much older god's lecherous eye.That lusty old coot was none other than Hades,Who wasn't so smooth when it came to the ladies.

MYTH

Closure

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