Halloween poem by Ivan Sanchez B., Social Studies afternoon, Melipal

The witch

One night a cat saw a rat

and it ran in the dark to catch it very fast!

In a haunted mansion lived a witch who was rich

with her potions made a lot of money

and went on holiday with her friend the mummy.

Halloween poem by Rocio Tolley, Social Studies afternoon, Melipal

My Bat

I have bats

they are like rats.

One scary day

a bat escaped.

There was a cat

it could eat my bat.

In my room

I've got a broom

and my bat

used it to scare the cat!

I got rich

like a witch!

Halloween poem by Theo Radicella, Social Studies afternoon, Melipal

The cat

One day a cat wanted to catch a rat, but he didn't go, so he went to eat some toast and suddenly he saw a ghost!

Then he flew to his room on his broom,but he saw a skeleton who liked the sun.

Then he went to his mine and he saw Frankeistein!

Frankestein ate the poor cat and, in the tummy...

just imagine! there was one mummy!

Halloween poem by Malena Mijoler, Social Studies afternoon, Melipal

In my house



In my house lives a rat

and a bat and a cat

and a ghost who eats toast

and a witch who flies in her broom

in my room!

Halloween poem by Solange Gonzalez, Social Studies afternoon, Melipal

One day in my house...

I saw a ghost eating some toast.

I saw Frankenstein in a mine.

I saw a mummy with a big tummy.

I saw a witch flying on her broom in my bedroom!

The Chocolate man...by Julieta Layana, Pre-FCE 1 in town

I'm going to tell you about a funny thing that I once saw. As usual, last Monday I went to a cafe where I would spend my free time in between my sowing classes and swimming lessons. I sat at the table I usually sit at next to the chocolate counter, because I always tend to speak with the girls that work there. I remember very well the day I first noticed what was happening. It was a cold day in August.

I was in Mamuschka enjoying some delicious cookies and drinking my favourite tea - honey, cinnamon and apple- when suddenly a man came in. He looked rather strange in his t-shirt and shorts, a rather unusual outfit for the cold weather those days. He approached the counter with a very strange but friendly look and started to talk to one of the waitresses there, Martha. She was a nice girl, too nice maybe. So nice was she, she seemed quite dumb.

He asked her about the prices of chocolate first, then about the shop history and also about the history of chocolate, which Martha knew nothing about. He was very well spoken and a gentleman, and everything the young man said was in a seductive tone. Martha was rapidly hypnotized by the way he spoke.

Almost without thinking she offered him lots of chocolate to try out. When he had eaten enough, he just left without buying anything. The other girls started to tell Martha off, how could she be so stupid? Poor girl, It wasn't her fault.

The following day, I went to another cafe and there was he again, the same boy, different clothes and different girl. I couldn't believe it! He did the same things. His moves, the way he spoke... And yesterday, I saw him again! I guess he is a real trickster! I hope he gets caught soon!

The ski pass man...by Federico Marcaccini Pre-FCE 1 in town

I am going to tell you about a funny thing that happened to me last weekend. I was in the mountain after a tiring day of skiing. I was going for something to drink when an old man stopped me and asked me for help.

"What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I haven’t got any money to go back to my house.” he told me.

I looked at him pretty suspiciously, how could he ask for money if he had been skiing, which as everybody knows, is not a cheap activity? I couldn’t understand it, so I decided to ask him.

“If you could pay for the ski-pass, you should have some money.” I said to him.

“Of course that I should have some money but while I was skiing, I lost all my money in the slope,” he said.
I thought to myself that an old person like him had to be telling the truth, so I decided to give him some money for the bus ticket. However, as I took out my wallet, he said “Oh no, no. I couldn’t receive any money from a child like you.”
“Excuse me sir, didn’t you ask me for money?” I asked him
“I need money but I want to give you something in exchange, like this ski-pass to come to the mountain tomorrow,” he said.
I obviously accepted. I thought that he was a real gentleman because of his honest proposal. I gave him $30 for the bus-fare and then I continued my way to a café for something to drink.

As I was getting closer to the café, I saw the old man running as fast as a child. It was rather obvious that he was up to something so I decided to follow him. He was scuttling along like a rabbit and I had to run very fast to keep up with him. Finally he went into a pub and I saw him through a small window. He was edging his way through the crowd towards the bar.

When he reached it, he spoke to the barman. I saw his lips moving as he gave him his order. The barman turned back and put a smallish tumbler with some light brown liquid up to the brim on the bar. It was whisky! And it was only 6 pm! Then the old man put some money on the counter. It was at that moment that I realized that those $30 were the ones I had given to him! When he finished the whisky, he stood up and turned away from the bar, edging his way back through the crowd to where his jacket was hanging. He put it on and then he lifted a ski-pass that was hanging from another jacket. After that, he went out in a rush, and so I hurried myself to follow him back to the main place where I had first met him.

I watched him in astonishment as he proceeded to exchange his new pass for another $30! Then he ran away, but this time in the opposite direction...

I guess he never goes to the same pub twice!

The nicer the man seems....by Florencia Padilla Pre-FCE 1 in town

Yesterday my daughter and I went to a café after we had gone to the dentist. When we finished, we went outside to get a taxi.

Suddenly, a man came out of the blue and walked towards us. He asked for some money for his taxi-fare because he had left his wallet at home. Just imagine! “Not in a million years,” I thought. Until he offered a silk umbrella in exchange…

As soon as I had given him the money he needed, he thanked me and disappeared round the corner. Only a split second had passed when my daughter saw the man crossing the street bustling along the pavement, sidestepping the other pedestrians and swinging his arms like a soldier on the march. Of course, I decided to follow him -unnoticed- and find out what he was up to.

He reached a pub, went in and edged his way through the crowd towards the bar where he bought a drink ... spending the pound I had given him!
I got furious and couldn’t help pulling one of my stony-faces; there was no doubt now that he was a trickster. Then I saw him stealing an umbrella and going out. I was very disappointed. We saw him doing the same thing to other people and that’s why I’m telling you this.

I want to warn you about this old man who seems so nice with his wrinkly face, but who’s a complete fake; I promise, he can convince you of anything.
Please be careful, this man could be behind you at any moment without you noticing.

Pre-FCE 1 in town

We've been doing research on Roald Dahl for some time now and have come to the conclusion - as many students from other courses have - that he had quite a life, with its ups and downs. Whatever said, he was undoubtedly a great writer. We are thankful for his passionate writing and hilarious stories.
It was based on one of his stories - THE UMBRELLA MAN - that we dared write our own versions.
Next, you will read our productions:
* a summary of the story retold from the mother's point of view, warning a talk- show audience to be aware of the little man.
* a different story with some similarities! This time, everything happens in a- ski centre!
We hope you enjoy yourselves!

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