Year 6 'Varmint' Work

In Year 6 we have been using the book 'Varmint' to produce some fiction and non-fiction pieces of writing. We have written stories, autobiographies (as the Varmint), diaries and a newspaper article. Have a look at some of our work.

We used some images from the book by Helen Ward and Marc Craste. Most of our inspiration came from watching parts of the video each day. 

The Varmint short film






                                         
Narrative pieces:

Whirling through the sky, the dandelion puffballs fly through the air. Sparrows could be heard singing. Twitching his ears, the Varmint surveyed his surroundings. He had found a precious poppy. He took out a magnifying glass and made notes. Buzzing around, a bee landed on his nose. Then it led him to an old, willow tree...

He woke up. He heard rumbling. Alarmed, the Varmint stumbled towards a gloomy, dark cloud. Crestfallen, curiosity devoured his fear. He decided to take a closer look! But as soon as he did, he wished he hadn't. He stopped. He stared. He blinked. Was this a dream?

Miranda T

On the horizon, the Varmint saw ebony smoke and unnaturally elephantine, dark clouds. Conflicting emotions fought for domination of the brain. In the end, curiosity reined. As he walked towards the strange mass of smoke, he choked as sulfurous smells curled, lashing him to the floor. With a great deal of effort, he got up. He felt like running. A bomb of anger exploded inside him. Then his ears dropped down and his heart sank like a stone in water. 

Hundreds of Varmints were pulling up skyscrapers in lines; marching to a beating drum. Mountains of concrete, steel and glass. Unnatural. They thundered into the ground. And the sky turned grey.

Joshua T

Stunned by an immense noise, the Varmint scurried back towards the tree as a sea of gravel chased him. Scared out of his hide, the Varmint took two handfuls of soil, climbed the tree and snapped a tiny branch, shoving it into his satchel. 

Dead silence.

The Varmint took a couple of deep breaths and dozed off into a deep sleep. 

Awakened by a glimmering light, he walked towards the city bravely. 

Brandon H

It was dull, it was disgusting, it was a horrific sight. The new city smelt smoky, as if it were burning. Apprehensively, the Varmint entered the gateway with extreme caution. Why was everyone different to him?

Walking swiftly, he shielded his face from the harsh hail. As he gained access to the lift, previous friends shoved past him without a care in the world.

Washing his velvety paws, the Varmint glanced over at his young, green sapling. The one he nourished. Surveying his belongings (a magnifying glass, a book and his precious plant), the tired creature padded along the dull, grey floor towards his desk. In deep thought, he wrote in his book. Gleefully looking at his piece of greenery, the sleepy-eyed Varmint headed to bed.

Gemma C