Animals Point of View

Well done to all of you who have written stories from an "Animals Point of view." Some of these are hilarious. Do read some of the ones that were written in Week 2. 

A day in the life of a dog during lockdown

No, I don't want to go walkies! Not now! I just got this really yummy bone to chew thank you very much! Nu uh. Not gonna happen. Oh, hello, didn't see you there, I was a bit distracted telling my owners off. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mac, a curly coated retriever puppy and I have been living with the Ramsays for about a year now. I'm named after my dad, who was unwell when I left. At first I didn't want to leave.  It was scary in the new house, and I hated being left alone. I used to whine and whine, trying to tell these people that I wanted to go back to my family. Well, that was ages ago, now I'm quite happy here, but enough about me, let's get on with the story shall we? It all started on a Monday afternoon, The two…. the two…. What was the word? Sorry, I need to work on my english, The two….  Yes that's it! Children! The two children had come home from wherever they went, and then, the next day, they didn't go anywhere! I wasn't complaining, it meant all the more attention for me! My Master was rushing about for some bizarre reason. I don't see what the rush is! Then something horrible happened. On Saturdays we usually go to this big place, with lots of dogs, and then, horror of all horrors… we didn't go! The cheek of it! I mean, playing with other dogs is a basic puppy right! So after that, I had to go about playing with myself! I mean seriously! What is the point of going on a walk if there aren't any dogs? Isn't that the point of walks? And, to make things worse, The two children weren't there to play with me! I'm getting really worried about them, to be honest, I think they are going slightly crazy because they keep talking to this strange rectangle thing and it looks like they think someone is talking back! I think I'm going slightly crazy myself, stuck at home like this. My Master still takes me for walks, but he hardly ever lets me off the…. What is it? ……..hhhmmmm, it starts with the letter L, I think it's something like…...something like….. I've got it! Lettuce! No, wait, that can't be right, sorry, I really need to work on my english. No, If it's not lettuce, it must be….. Lollipop! No, wait, ummm….. Can you give me a hand here? Ok, thank you! So that's it! Lead! Ok, ok, back to the story now. Where was I? Oh yes, so, my master barely ever lets me off my lead when we go for a walk, andn to top it all off, he has started making me do these really annoying things, like lie down, or walk nicely. I mean, what is the point of that exactly? At least I get food, my favourite actually, It's raw bacon, with a little bit of chicken. Though, I still don't see the point of it. What fun is in walking beside my master? Now, that would be absolute torture, waht whith all those exciting smells, and lets not forget other dogs! So, I really find this whole, “kill some time by trying to get your poor puppy dog to do something he doesn't want to do '' thing completely and utterly pointless. Everyone is talking about this thing called a lockdown, and I really don't know what it is. I know that the word down is in the word lockdown, so I'm guessing that it has something to do with lying or sitting down. Or, maybe it means no one can go out? Whatever it means, whoever started it obviously hasn't thought about the dogs! I keep asking my master to make it stop but of course he never does. Ah well, at least it sounds like it will be over soon. Well, at least, I hope it is. ANy way, even if it is, all this storytelling is making me tired. I think I will go and have a nice long nap now. Good night.

By Isla

 My pet's point of view

“Wake up lazy bones!”  I squawked

“Like I have bones!”  squawked back Zurbriggins

“Don't be silly, everything has bones!”  This is the argument that me and my friend
have every morning. Though we don't remember because apparently we are not the
smartest creatures the planets ever seen. But then again the only thing smart humans
do is feed us.  “Come on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  

“Ouch! My ears!!!!!”

You don't have ears, you idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

Speaking of ears, those humans have been home for AGES!!! You would think they would
at least feed us. I don't think I can hear the statement “I'M BORED” one more time!
Well if they're gonna be bored they might as well spend their day feeding us.
Yeah and it's so annoying how they only give us squishy food that's mouldy,
and green waste! Why not expensive pellets! Well actually I kinda like the squishy food
better. S
AME!!!!!! BUT THE PELLETS ARE MORE EXPENSIVE!!!!
Seriously calm your farm! WELL SADLY WE DON'T LIVE ON A FARM AND
LIVE IN THIS SILLY THOUGH VERY COMFORTABLE two STORY CHICKEN
MANSION.  Be quiet!  No you! Good bye, I'm going. 
LIKE YOU CAN GO! THEY WON'T LET US OUT  BECAUSE OF THEIR “
PRECIOUS” PLANTS THAT TASTE REALLY GOOD!  
Speaking of taste,  I'm gonna let you in on a secret!  I'm not laying till after they feed me.
REVENGE! MUAHAHAHA!!!  That was an impressive sinister laugh for a chicken,
but I'm still not buying it. Look, I'm going to roost on the pole. WAIT NO FOOD, FOOD
FOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!! NOW THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS ARE FIXED!!! 
Wait no, wait yes! Nooooooo our eggs!!!!!!

Ok there's good news and bad news. The good news is we get food and the bad news they
took our eggs!  Really!!!! Why! You would've thought they would have given that up by now!
I Well just eat. Num num, you know i've been thinking, it's quite good thinking for a
chicken, anyway i've been BWACK THAT BIRDS STEALING MY FOOD!!!
DUBM BIRD I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!! Anyway as was saying, I'm really confused. Am I a chicken or a Nazomi??!! I mean they call me both!
Would you just shut your beak!  So this is how my chickens talk or at least that's what it
sounds like. If you don't understand Nazomi or Zurbriggins, that's their names.

By Lucy

This one is fantastic. Isla really developed her characters and storyline very well.

 The bird who was afraid to fly

Gulp! I look down below me and take a deep breath, bracing myself for what was ahead. I knew I had to do it at some point, but I was hoping that that some point was a long way off. Suddenly, taking me by surprise, a big gust of wind blows me off my tree branch. I flap my wings and try to steady myself, as I teeter at the end of my tree branch. I try to cling on, but it is no good. As if someone has pushed a slow-mo button on a remote, I slowly, slowly, teeter on the edge of my branch, and then start to fall. I'm falling,falling,falling I have to do something! Then I remember my wings. I flap wildly, Hoping with all my heart that I will make i t safely to the ground. My wings are flapping like windmills, but it is no use, I continue to fall…. And then I hit the ground with a heavy, THUD! Ouch. that hurt. My best friend Zoe looks at me worriedly.

“ Are you ok Grace?” She asks nervously “That was quite a fall.” 

“I'm fine,’ I say,blushing,. That was embarrassing! My cheeks go a fiery red under my downy feathers. My arch nemesis Amelia, and her crownies are howling with laughter.

“Ha ha ha ha haaaa!” They crow“ Wittle Gracie can't fly to save her life!”

Amelia and I have been enemies for as long as I can remember. We go as far back  as Zoe and I.We all used to be in neighbouring nests, and as soon as we were old enough we went around everywhere together. Until she started being really mean. So that was the end of her. We are exact opposites. I have hazel brown feathers with an auburn red chest and green eyes. Amelia has glistening black eyes, hazel feathers with a black back. She's tall and I'm small. She's bold and I'm shy. She's loud and I'm quiet. That's just how things are between the two of us. My flying instructor comes over, shaking his head sadly.

“Well Grace, what do you have to say for yourself?”he asks, shaking his head in a disappointed fashion.

“I'm sorry!” I gabble, worried he would tell my father. My father is the head of the flock, a stern, rather intimidating black bird. He also leads the flock when we migrate every season. and he expects me to be the same. My mother, a quiet, gentle mannered sparrow is a famous aerial basics flyer, but luckily for me, she is not so bothered about what I grow up to be. Oh bother. My instructor is still here. And he's frowning at me in that disappointed way of his.

“Well Grace, I am still waiting for your explanation of that disappointing performance.” he says, looking down at me expectantly. I look over at Zoe, who raises her shoulders and shakes her head, telling me that I'm on my own this time. I take a deep breath and look  my instructor in the eye.

“I freaked out. Then a gust of wind blew me off the branch.” I say quietly, hanging my head in shame.

“Is that so….” says my instructor sternly. That is the problem with my instructor, Sam, he just seems to make everyone seem small, even my father. Sighing, I walk away, back to Zoe. 

“Well, we can't all be good at everything,” Zoe says, trying to comfort me. It doesn't work. I can still feel everyone's eyes burning into my back. 

I'm so wrapped up in my own miserable thoughts, I don't hear Zoe talking to me.

“Why don't you come over to my nest?” Zoe asks “hey Grace? Are you even listening?” I look up, confused.

“ Sorry Zoe, I'm just not in the mood for it today.” I say sadly, “Maybe another time.” I say, before turning and hopping back to my nest, leaving Zoe standing there, looking confused and a little hurt. I feel terrible. Not just because I left like that, but also the shame and embarrassment of it all. As I get back to my nest, I realize that there is something wrong, something just not quite right. Then I realised why. No one's home. That is really weird. My parents are always home. Well, ok, maybe not my dad, but my mum is always home. Well, that's just great. The moment I get home after a terrible flying test, no one's home to comfort me. I mean, I'm not surprised my dad isnt home, but my mum? That's a different story. Sighing, I cross the nest to my bedroom. My bedroom is an extension of the nest, made of twigs and straw. It wasn't much but it was mine. Normally, I feel a rush of excitement every time I get home, but this time it was even more of  a let down. Sighing, I dragged myself over to my side of the nest and got ready for what I thought was a well deserved nap. But just as I was about to tuck my head under my wing, I was rudely interrupted by a shout from below.

“Hey Grace! Come down here!” an all too familiar voice calls out. Oh great, just what I needed. Amelia. Then she says loudly,

“I guess Grace is too chicken to come down then!” Her voice cuts through the tree like a knife, her loud, taunting voice, makes anger bubbles like lava inside me. 

“Chicken! Chicken! Grace is a Chicken!” Amilia and her cronies jeer. Right. That's it. No one calls me a chicken and gets away with it. As I come charging down the tree, I realize that the entire flock is there, including Zoe and my parents. 

“I heard about your flying test, young lady. I have to say I'm rather disappointed.” says my father sternly. For the second time today, I hang my head in shame. Then my father says something that is music to my ears ( if I actually had any, I do not because I am a bird)

“ and I have realized that I have put a little too much pressure on you”  My father continues. “So I would like you to accept my sincerest apology, and to make things up between the two of us, I have organised special flying lessons with your instructor Sam.” I look up at my father, round-eyed. An apology from my father! Now, that is something very rare indeed.

“ Thanks Dad!” I say, pleased that I wouldn't be the worst flyer in the flock now. “ I won't let you down, I promise, in fact, I will go and practise right now!” I hop off, up the tree, until I am at the perfect height. I take a deep breath and look down. I see Zoe looking anxious and Amelila and her cronies below, with big smirks on their beaks. I'll show them. I'll do it just to prove them wrong. I'll do it for the flock. Stretching out my wings, I take a deep breath and, slowly, step off into the air. As I start to fall, I hear the voice of Zoe, my instructor and my parents, all telling me I can do it. I spread out my wings, and take off, soaring through the trees, and then I glide back down to the ground in a perfect landing. I look around me, smiling my beak off. I look  around at all the birds around me, some surprised, some proud, some happy, and in Amelia’s case, put out. Then, it suddenly dawns on me. I'd done it. I'd really done it! Suddenly, my face lights up with the biggest smile I have ever smiled.

I am a dog called Apollo.

I live in a large square thingamabobber, which they call a house. I like sleeping
under the table.

My life is really fun now, I have so much company. My walks are longer everyday,
however there are no other dogs that I am allowed to play with. 

Luckily we have a huge property, it is fun, I have so many balls. When no one will play
with me, I have learnt to pick up the balls with my teeth and throw them over my shoulder. 

We live next to a park which is amazing, as we get to walk out there almost everyday.
I love chasing swifts! Sometimes I chase these weird white flying specks called butterflies.
Whenever I catch one, I eat it and I get this weird powdery taste in my mouth. 

One time they tried scrubbing my teeth with a long coloured thing. I did not like it so
I tried to bite it.

Having my family around all the time can be annoying. When I try to go to sleep they
keep bugging me. Sometimes I snap at them, then they stop doing it,
apart from the smaller one, he keeps annoying me so I have to walk away and put myself
outside or go to my bedroom. 

They often jump around on this strange bouncy thing called a trampoline.
I often try to jump onto it, especially when they take all my toys and balls up onto it! 

They have two forts, one is on the ground, and I’m allowed to go in it any time I like.
Sometimes when I get left out in the rain, which is unlikely, the ground fort makes a
good shelter. They even made a little dog space for me in it. 

Did I mention I love chasing swifts. I like attacking slippers too!
They are so soft and bunny-like. I once ripped a pair apart, my family had to get new ones. Now I really want to rip the new ones apart, so sometimes I still try to attack them.   

Hey look there is a swift, I have to chase it, bye. 
By my Owner Cooper

Stay home

“Hi, I'm Munch, people think I'm a special cat because I’m deaf and I’m very old.
I'm only eighteen”. “Every day I go and sleep in Isaac's room but I wish I had
more time with the family”. 

3 weeks later

 Suddenly the family started to stay home and only go out at twelve and three
and the rest of the day they just stayed home. “It's like my wish came true”.
“It was so good because I had more time with them and I had more time in the
warm house”. 

4 months later

“What, Where are you going”? “Bye Munch I'm so happy the lockdowns are over”
said Isaac. “Noooooooooooo come back” cried Munch

by Isaac 

Why are they still here?  By Kahutaiki

Like, what on earth? I usually have my favourite couch to myself, my favourite hiding place to myself and my lovely backyard to myself but not anymore! My owners won't leave the house for more than fifteen minutes. I want to know why! Everytime I go outside all the humans are wearing exaggerated leaves over their mouths. What? To make matters worse they don't pat me like usual. It's crazy! The children have their friends come over by using a magic thing they refer to as an 'IPad'. The master and mistress do the same thing but have wine and coffee while catching up with their friends. It's so strange! Never during the two years I've been here have the humans fed me Fancy Feast. Now they feed it to me! Why are there so many changes? During the day the kids get out those IPad thingies and their school books and sit down! I've never seen them sit for so long! On the bright side the one thing that hasn't changed is that every night I have a warm bed and a room mate until morning. 

I just love having my owners around all the time,it means I will always get food
when I want it because I can just give my owners puppy eyes and ta da food
appears in my bowl. Walks are also a lot more often than usual. I am getting at l
east 2 walks a day.Yippee! But you know what,my best buddy (half way through
my training practise) just sits on a chair staring at this small thing and every so
often noise comes out of it making me jump. But overall I love having my owners
home.

By Isabella

I’m Perry the Webbers dog

By Lara Webber

Im Perry. The Webbers dog. I have no clue why but my Family seems to be home all the time now! Oh it’s great. I go on what seems a gazillion walks everyday, and Lara has been brushing me like mad all the time! Oh, and listen to this, the other day, all of us went for a walk way up the hill and down again. I got very frustrated the other day when we were on that walk and I was panting like mad, so Dad took me to get some water from a drinking fountain, but it had all this blue tape stuff around it so he couldn’t use it! So I had to make do with a muddy puddle. (don’t tell my owners). My sisters Lara and Lucy come out and play with me very often too! Yesterday I was playing tug of war with Lara, and we kept going for 5 minutes! Lara doesn’t give up playing tug of war until she wins! I overheard her saying that you can never ever let a dog win the tug of war because it will think he’s dominant  blah blah blah… it’s ok though. I love my family so so much and even though I have no clue why I’m getting a lot more walks, brushes, and snuggly cuddles, I’m not complaining!

 The bird

“What the, what is this, It's all sticky and hard. I emerged from my egg
all confused, then I saw them. They were watching me.
I got back into the now chipped eggshell. What if they judged my looks?
What if i didn't have enough feathers?” Then suddenly something
grabbed me. I gave a small squawk.  “Look honey,” said my Mum. 

The story begins on the first day of flight training. I didn't want to.
This is not the thing for me. I'm so not gonna enjoy it.
What's the point anyway? Who needs to fly when you have legs,
in my opinion birds that fly are just lazy. I'm gonna try being a
pukeko. So off went Piwi the fantail. He arrived at the swamp lands
where many pukeko were wandering about.
How simple their lives are he thought. No flying!
He bounced into the marsh but after 5 minutes. His feet were so cold,
he kept sinking and it smelt so bad! No, I'll try being a kiwi!!!
So off he went to the forest but after seeing so many stoats and possums,
he really felt that a kiwi didn't suit him! Of course a Weka!!!!
So off he went to the beach and watched the Weka cautiously.
Hmmmmmm. Their life is so simple! All they do is steal their lunch
from humans. He slowly approached a small human that didn't
seem to be speaking but sitting down and yelling. A baby?
Well that little fellow can't hurt me! Carefully he hopped up to the
baby and began to pull at the biscuit in the baby's hand, but all of a
sudden the baby started screaming and then a much bigger human
came along and chased the fantail away, a little confused that it
wasn't flying. Poor Piwi had no idea how to get to Antarctica to
be a penguin. He went back to his nest very disappointed.
There he sat when his mother came back with his brothers and sisters.
Later came his father. Concerned, both parents chirped quietly to
each other. They made the decision to  teach Piwi to fly... somehow.
So the next day down they went to the ground and practised the wing
movements first flittering then fluttering. Then up flew the father
and up climbed Piwi. As they reached the top Piwi could feel the
nervousness bubbling up inside him. He was embarrassed that he
would do it wrong. Finally they made it to the top, his knees shook
and he felt sick inside. Piwi took a glance down and gave a loud squawk
then quickly began to scramble down the tree.  His father reacted fast
and soared down, grabbed his frightened son and brought him back
up again. Come on. He dropped Piwi on the branch and pushed him
forward. Piwi scuttled quickly trying to push his father away, but his
strength was no match for his father's  strong built body.
Then he found himself falling, his father Plummeting next to him.
They came closer to the ground, then quickly his father grabbed him
by the tail but it was too late! His face was caked with mud!
He could hear sniggering in the trees. Poor Piwi! “Try again son.”
Noo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He squawked. And scuttled away.
This time his mother caught him. She dragged him up the tree and
talked to him calmly. Piwi could feel the adrenaline pumping.
He felt sick and wanted to hide, after all he was very self conscious.
After a lot of bribing He jumped with his mother above him.
He flapped his wings vigorously. And what do you know he began to
float. Then he flittered, and fluttered and went from side to side,
tree to tree. These days Piwi is a CHAMPION flittera.
It just goes to show what happens when you try. 

By Lucy

Afraid

I'm not like the other birds. If you saw me resting by the pond you would guess. I'm usually all alone. What about my friends? I have zero. Everyday my flock go for a fly, catch their prey and then come back to the pond to tease me. My daily schedule isn't like that. First I  rest, then rest some more and after that I try to catch my worms but it is extremely hard for a sparrow who's afraid of flying. Yes I'm terrified! And it's not a laughing matter. My lack of flight is probably why I'm friendless. If you've heard of The Grounded Grape then you know me! I know that you're probably thinking 'Has this bird even given it a go'? Yes I have! It was horrid! It was my first and only go at flying. I was a young chick and I flapped my wings only to fall into the wet pond! I was stunned. Literally! You may think me lazy, lying by the pond all day but I am greatly ill. Since I am not skilled in hunting I do not eat much at all. My Mum was killed by the Claws tribe soon after I was born and my Dad went to the war against the cats and was killed by that same tribe. I don't get it! If the cats want food they can steal another cat's dinner! Bye! Got to go cry of pity for myself! 

There once was an egg in a nest. Mother bird had sat on the
eggs all month. Now it was ready to hatch. Crack

 “Peep peep” the little bird went. About one month later the
mama bird was trying to get her baby to fly. The tree was so tall
the baby was scared of flying.

 “Peep peep too high too high”. So the mama bird carried her
on her back then the baby bird was no longer scared.

By Brodie

The bird who couldn't fly 

Once upon a time there was a bird who couldn't fly but when I say couldn't,
I mean too scared. One day he went to a doctor to ask why he is soooooo

scared to fly. The doctor wasn't much help, all he said was “I don't know, maybe
you're a penguin?” Not very helpful, is it? No, I didn't think so. 

Now back to the story, after he went to the doctor he went to the cliff and he
fell off the side “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Help me I'm going to die!” 

“FLY!” Someone said  

“Who are you?” said the bird

 “I'm Jeff - the tiny plane. Just fly.”

 Too late, SPLAT! 

“Wow that was a bad dream. I hope I don't have it again.” said the penguin.

By Isaac 

The life of a snake

Hello my name is Sunny the lavender corn snake.
DON’T freak out because I am a snake.
It's a very lonely living the life of a snake.
No one will come near me but my mother was killed
when I was young because she was mistaken for a
copperhead. I just want a cuddle but everyone runs
or slithers away. Even other snakes slither away.
One day when I was extra lonely I went over to my
neighbour who lived in the scrubs. I said hello and
he just slithered away! So I slithered after him but lost
him in the end so I went back to my den.
Even though my name is Sunny. I HATE stinking
hot days. Another time a scorpion came into my den
looking for some shade, it saw me and ran like it was
on fire.But it was running so fast that it DID catch
fire! I had a nice bbq that night.

By Niamh