tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91557391110545583312024-02-19T01:13:19.500-08:00Scoil Neasáin - Rang 4Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-71558079814637739532021-06-12T14:19:00.000-07:002021-06-12T14:19:19.677-07:00Code number 125663456<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Code number 125663456” I said,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Roger that” said Lucia………..<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><b><i><u><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 26pt; line-height: 37.09333419799805px;">“PAUSE”</span></u></i></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> Isabella shouted. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Shouldn’t we explain to it” (Isabella did disgusted hand gestures towards it) </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“What we’re doing?” </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Nah I think I’m fine like this” said Emily (by the way we’re all sisters) </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Emily”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Ok fine”. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“So, basically we’re practising being spies so that The Head of the organisation picks us to be against the other side”. Said Emily very quickly. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“You know you’re going to have to repeat that” said Isabella. So she repeated it. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“WHAT” it said .” Which way to the shops?” it panted. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">“Left” I shouted <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;">When it was gone it was glad he had earned Emily’s trust now he can go and report it to…… the head of the other side <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> Orla Ní C<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-9967837894022946972021-04-24T06:25:00.001-07:002021-04-24T06:25:43.294-07:00MOUNTAIN TERROR<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Gloria Hallelujah; font-size: x-large;"> <b><i><u>MOUNTAIN TERROR</u></i></b> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It was a dark cold winter’s night. Myself and my Dad were camping in the mountains. The only light we could see was the orange light from the fire we had lit to keep us warm. Suddenly, we heard a loud scream from behind a gigantic rock, it was foxes fighting with a dog! We watched in terror as they fought. Who would win ? Then the dog got injured, we knew as it let out a pitiful howl. We ran back to our tent scared in case the foxes would come after us... </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My first camping trip was terrifying - I don’t think I’ll go again for a while. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Donnacha Mac an tSaoir</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-28468786741034125272021-04-23T13:14:00.004-07:002021-04-23T13:14:51.142-07:00 GODZILLA - King of the Monsters<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Alfa Slab One; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u>GODZILLA</u></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Alfa Slab One; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u>King of the Monsters</u></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0cm;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s an ordinary day in New York, the city was buzzing with traffic and people. Little did they know something really bad was on the horizon. The water in the bay was eerily still, nothing swam in the bubbling water. Godzilla lurked still hidden beneath the glassy surface. Suddenly he burst out of the water and rampaged through the city until he reached Madison Square Garden. As it let out a pitiful howl it used its atomic breath to sdestroy the building. Like with any good story this didn’t end well for Godzilla. Explosions echoed throughout the city and Godzilla collapsed with a thundering smack taking out the bridge beneath him.</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oisín</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-2185273945288989172021-04-23T13:05:00.001-07:002021-04-23T13:05:07.011-07:00THE MOST EVIL PERSON IN THE WORLD!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Shadows Into Light; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u>THE MOST EVIL PERSON IN THE WORLD!</u></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ah ha! Dr. Evil thought to himself. There was something evil that he didn’t have! An evil pet!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So off he set, looking for an evil pet. At last he came to his destination: the woods. He was bound to find something evil out there! He was walking into the woods when he saw a wolf beside the stream. Perfect! Dr. Evil ran over as it let out a pitiful howl. As soon as it saw Dr. Evil, it began to charge towards him at top speed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh screamed Dr. Evil as he ran away.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I guess we won’t be seeing him in the woods anymore!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cillian Ó hEachthairn</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-46733767144050990462021-04-23T13:01:00.000-07:002021-04-23T13:01:12.141-07:00JUNGLE MAYHEM<p> <span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #c00000; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">J</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: red; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">U</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #ffc000; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">N</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: yellow; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">G</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #92d050; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">L</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #00b050; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">E </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #00b0f0; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">M</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #0070c0; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">A</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #002060; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">Y</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #7030a0; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">H</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #f25cce; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">E</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #f8a2e4; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;">M</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">“OMG” I said “Was that a Siberian Tiger?” I asked as it let out a pitiful howl.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">“Yes that was a Siberian tiger but someone in its streak must be hurt” said my sister(Cara) “There are only 500 Siberian Tigers left in the world.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">“Is that a white rhino?” I asked “No silly there nearly extinct” said my brother ( Conor) “Ok”I said. “So anyway are we going to call the experts or not-?”Mum said. “What is this I asked?” “Nothing” said Conor <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">“Can I see it ?” said Liana Tsobe (the expert).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">“Sure” I said “This is a</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> RHINO HORN!!!!</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">To be continued <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;">Orla Ní Cheallaigh<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 22.82666778564453px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #f8a2e4; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #f8a2e4; font-family: "Cooper Black", serif; font-size: 48pt; line-height: 68.4800033569336px;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #f8a2e4; font-family: "Poor Richard", serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 25.68000030517578px;"> </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-36381018060222458432021-03-26T04:24:00.006-07:002021-03-26T04:24:34.611-07:00 Dinner at 30,000 feet<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Kaushan Script; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dinner at 30,000 feet</span></u></i></b></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">“...and chips with it too, please.” The food took half an hour. “Would you like ketchup with your chips?”, the server asked the American passenger. “Yes, please.” he replied. </div>
Then he asked the Australian if he would like ketchup, “Can I have vegemite instead?” he asked politely, “Yes, of course!” the server replied.
<div style="text-align: justify;">And finally, he asked the British tourist if he’d like ketchup but he declined. Then he offered him brown sauce but the passenger declined that, too. “Would you like vegemite then?” he asked, irritated. The British man turned down the offer, losing his patience. “No”, he said, “I like Marmite”.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">🅱️rian</div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-45800414169660284112021-03-26T02:38:00.001-07:002021-03-26T02:38:07.337-07:00The Marmite Revolution<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #01ffff; font-family: Indie Flower;"><i style="background-color: #2b00fe;">The
Marmite Revolution</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Breaking news, a huge vote is
going on in Ireland right now, it’s a vote between Marmite and Nutella. The
atmosphere is electric and police have had to intervene. We’re going live
to Dublin, Ireland to speak to our correspondent, Josh’. “Hi Josh!”
‘We’re here with Oisín, a 10 year old boy”. “Tell us Oisín, which one do
you like? I’m guessing Nutella”. “’No” he said ‘I like Marmite’. “Well
there you have it folks, that’s all for today, until next time stay safe from
all of us in RTE’.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><o:p> <span style="font-family: Shadows Into Light; font-size: large;">Oisín</span></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-75930109727398344392021-03-26T02:34:00.004-07:002021-03-26T02:34:32.024-07:00Marmite Fright<p> </p><div style="border-bottom: solid #4F81BD 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: accent1; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 4.0pt 0cm;">
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 36.0pt;"><span style="color: #800180; font-family: Architects Daughter;"><b><i>Marmite Fright</i></b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today we tried marmite! It
was the most horrendous thing EVER. It was so disgusting that I decided to
research it at home. It turns out marmite is made of HUMANS! I was so shocked
that I went to tell my family and they were so surprised that they dropped
their phones and let them shatter. I went to tell my best friend about it I was
running to his house shaking with fear and when I arrived I said “stop eating
that, you know what you’re eating right?” “No” he said, “I like Marmite”…
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-Aisling Ní Mhaoláin</span><span style="font-size: 36pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-70232638851694078202021-03-26T02:31:00.003-07:002021-03-26T02:31:24.561-07:00Food Contest<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Gloria Hallelujah; font-size: x-large;">Food Contest</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By Senan Ó Dorchaí<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was just a normal day at school, I was walking down the
hall when I saw a poster for a food contest. So, I decided to enter it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The contest was at 2:00 on Saturday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That morning I had no breakfast so I would be
able to eat a lot which I thought was very smart – “if I don’t say so myself”.
First, we had to eat marmite but I didn’t like the smell and couldn’t eat
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, the boy next to me started saying
“I like marmite“ and he ate a lot of it and won the competition.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, his joy was short lived – the last I saw
of him was running to the toilet with his hand over his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE END</span><o:p></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-75272448460361056242021-03-26T02:29:00.003-07:002021-03-26T02:29:24.031-07:00The Marmite Haters’<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: Great Vibes; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>‘The Marmite Haters’ </i></b></span><span style="font-size: 20pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN">Kevin and Conor were two ordinary boys with
two ordinary lives except for one thing. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN">Their parents HATED marmite .Yes, I know they
hated the thick brown gooey fudgey stuff.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN">So as they already knew they were
forbidden<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to try it. Kevin and Conor so
wanted to try it, so one morning before their parents woke up they snuck out of
the house and on their bikes to the shops and searched for the biggest tub of
marmite they could find. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN">And there it was, the biggest tub of marmite
ever seen. It was 1,0000g . Conor quickly grabbed it and put it in a bag. Let's
go Kevin, he said. They quickly cycled back home just in time to get back in
bed before their parents woke up. Just when they heard their dad go downstairs,
“Conor, have you still got it” said Kevin. “Yeah” said Conor. Then let's go.
Kevin and Conor ran downstairs.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN">Conor took out the big tub of marmite and
showed it to his parents. His mam screamed “how dare you bring that into our
house you spoiled brat” she screamed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN">Just then Conor opened the lid and stuck his
finger in the tub and into his mouth. “So do you hate it?”asked Kevin. No, he
said “I like marmite”.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN">By Róisín Ní Dhúda<o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-27846568056867071312021-03-26T02:27:00.003-07:002021-03-26T02:27:29.434-07:00Marmite<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: Righteous; font-size: x-large;">Marmite</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By Grace Ní Súilleabháin</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">John went downstairs for breakfast on Monday morning and </span><span style="font-size: medium;">saw marmite on his toast. He hated marmite. He thought it </span><span style="font-size: medium;">was so disgusting, he couldn’t bear the sight of it. He had </span><span style="font-size: medium;">the first bite of it, “yuck” he said “I hate marmite” and spat </span><span style="font-size: medium;">it out. He asked his Dad for a nicer breakfast instead of </span><span style="font-size: medium;">what he had. His Dad said he had to eat it because if he </span><span style="font-size: medium;">didn’t he would have no energy for school. They had a big </span><span style="font-size: medium;">debate about marmite. “I hate marmite”, said John. Then </span><span style="font-size: medium;">his Dad exclaimed “No”, he said “ I like marmite”. “You </span><span style="font-size: large;">either hate Marmite or love it I guess”.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The End</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-18253430138878125982021-03-26T02:24:00.008-07:002021-03-26T07:42:38.451-07:00INSIDE VS OUTSIDE<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Russo One; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb;">I</span><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">NSIDE VS OUTSIDE</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Russo One; font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><span face=""Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My name is Minnie and I am one of Sarah's many taste buds.
A few minutes ago Sarah put something brown,sticky and unusual in her mouth me and all of the other panicked so we called Simon and his friend Norman they help Sarah hear, they said it wasn't poison and that it was something called marmite but none of us Knew what marmite was so we called Missy and her friend James
they help Sarah see.
they said it wasn't poison so we all had a big reception.</span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">The End </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Acept not because I will always get surpried when someone else get's surprised and says:"No"he said he like's marmite.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span face=""Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-34661523976430556762021-03-25T03:19:00.003-07:002021-03-25T03:19:21.219-07:00SHOPPING<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4472c4; font-family: "Goudy Stout","serif"; font-size: 36.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: accent1;">Shopping<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today is Saturday, the day that my Mum and I do
shopping for my Grandpa. My Mum and I got in the car and we drove to Tesco.
When we got there we got everything on the list except for marmite. “What’s
marmite?” I asked my Mum. “It’s like honey mixed with soy sauce.” Mum said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We looked everywhere for it but it was not
there. “Let’s just get honey.” I said taking honey from the shelf. “Okay.” Mum
said. After we bought the shopping for my Grandpa, we put the bags in the boot
of our car.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">When we arrived at my Grandpa’s house
we brought in the bags. My Grandpa shoved me out of the way and rooted through
the shopping until he grabbed the honey. He opened the honey and spred it on
toast and took a big bite. My Grandpa spat out the honey toast. <b>“No” he said
“I like marmite </b>not honey”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mum and
I backed away and we never forgot the marmite ever again.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">Nathan</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-67213154286780407572021-03-25T03:16:00.004-07:002021-03-25T03:23:45.527-07:00Marmite<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: Righteous; font-size: 36pt; text-align: center;">Marmite</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Arial Rounded MT Bold", sans-serif" style="font-size: 18pt; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Arial Rounded MT Bold", sans-serif" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One
day, a man went to work. The man worked at a place where they made peanut
butter, Marmite and lots of other sauces. He had to wear a brown top that
looked like it was dipped in chocolate and he also wore black trousers. In work
he started to make some Marmite and peanut butter. He used spicy seeds and some
leaves that smelt like mint. Next, he added some sugar in it. Walla….. ‘It is
ready to go!’ He said with joy.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial Rounded MT Bold", sans-serif" lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then
he made the peanut butter, he used some nuts and a tiny bit of sugar. Then he
mixed it all up. After this, he got some bread and he put some butter on it.
Next, he put some peanut butter on it and done the same with the Marmite. When
this was finished he went out to the park and made a little stand. A boy came
to his stall and the man asked if he wanted some peanut butter….. No the boy
said, I like Marmite! So the man gave him some Marmite and he went home happier
than ever. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span face=""Arial Rounded MT Bold", sans-serif" lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
end.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Arial Rounded MT Bold", sans-serif" lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;">By Elizabeth</span></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPcnnKC4XE93YaZsJtgW8lhKPAVjLJBbUbynwK1DAhZOw-d5BrI3QE8md1e5k7OzQNGwyZVgzyfbu2oJu8dB0x4atDvxCcWGMK_3Er0HAd-lGBWnhZWYUPIKuzBi9Ljqurp0tzGXL16Mb/s500/marmite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPcnnKC4XE93YaZsJtgW8lhKPAVjLJBbUbynwK1DAhZOw-d5BrI3QE8md1e5k7OzQNGwyZVgzyfbu2oJu8dB0x4atDvxCcWGMK_3Er0HAd-lGBWnhZWYUPIKuzBi9Ljqurp0tzGXL16Mb/s320/marmite.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span face=""Arial Rounded MT Bold", sans-serif" lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-73246796772938173412021-03-25T03:13:00.007-07:002021-03-25T03:13:39.791-07:00Holidays<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="color: #01ffff; font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u style="background-color: #2b00fe;">Holidays</u></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #01ffff; font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u style="background-color: #2b00fe;"><br /></u></i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Great! it’s Monday We are going to Portugal on holidays. My Mammy said every year they have a festival, Wonder what it will be this year. We arrive at our hotel and see lots of people on the streets, some have cloths, some have helmets to cover their heads. Suddenly as we walked down the road I realized it’s a marmite festival, they are throwing it at each other and laughing. We spot a boy hiding and crying and we ask him why he’s so upset and not joining in, “do you not want to play?” “no” he said “I like marmite” and he ran off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Donnacha</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-56181496931317511772021-03-25T03:11:00.003-07:002021-03-25T03:11:18.548-07:00 Breads Secret <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: Pacifico; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">Breads Secret </span></u></i></b></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
“No” he said I like Marmite…. “Really!!” “Yeah I do.” “That's great bro but what what's cheese going to think about this.” “I don't know how I'm going to tell Her.” “Well you're gonna have to figure that one out on your own cause i’m not helping with this one.” “Come on man you're my friend you should help me out.” “Nope you gotta go figure this one out by yourself.” “Ok then.” “Hey Marmite.” “Yeah” “I like you:).” ‘Oh my God me too:).” “Really:0” ‘Yeah I was always just too scared to tell you cause I thought you liked cheese.” “Nah” “Does cheese know?” “Nope I'm gonna go tell her now see you soon Marmite or should I say girlfriend.” “Cheese” “Yeah what do you want?” “I like Marmite” “I thought you liked me;(.“ “I do but I like Marmite better.” “That's ok we can still be friends though right?” “Of course bye cheese.” </span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The End</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lilly</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-21859664599263176142021-03-25T03:07:00.007-07:002021-03-25T03:07:54.920-07:00 MARMITE WARS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180; font-family: Lobster Two; font-size: x-large;"><b><i> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">MARMITE WARS</span></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Ding”! Yes! Finally they were ready!
Dr McMarmite had cloned a jar of marmite in his lab, and now he had 1000 marmite jars that could:
a)talk
b)jump
c)shoot marmite!
His plan was ready for action!
His assistant came into the lab with a confused look. “I thought you hated marmite?” “no” he said “I like marmite”.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “I wonder who that is?” he muttered. He had, after all, a doormat saying “GO AWAY”. He opened the door. A policeman came in. “Got ya!” he shouted. His assistant had betrayed him! He had phoned the police! It was a marmite disaster.</span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
<div style="text-align: right;">Cillian Ó hEachthairn</div></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-47814402655337652212021-03-25T03:05:00.001-07:002021-03-25T03:05:06.827-07:00 The Marmite "Joke"<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: Courgette; font-size: x-large;"><b><i> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Marmite "Joke"</span></i></b></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My friend, Tony, and I were gone to the shops to buy supplies for our other friends surprise party. We were putting sweets and party banners in our basket. We passed by some disgusting foods like spam, vegemite and stuff like that. Then we passed a jar of marmite. I made a gag gesture. "No" he said "I like marmite". "You're kidding right?" I replied. "I like marmite" he repeated. I thought I was going to puke. I didnt know what to say. "I was just joking!" I lied. "My sister and I sometimes eat it on toast" I lied again. "Oh! okay I thought you genuinely didnt like it!" Tony said. I made an awkward laugh. Then we continued to shop...</span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pearl</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-82517666076980839952021-03-25T03:02:00.001-07:002021-03-25T03:02:04.068-07:00Marmite or marfright!<p> </p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #984807; font-family: Jokerman; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #984807; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent6; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Marmite</span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Jokerman; font-size: 36.0pt;"> </span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Jokerman; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2;">or</span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Jokerman; font-size: 36.0pt;"> marfright!</span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Jokerman;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>
<p align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Informal Roman"; font-size: 28.0pt;">By Caoilinn<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Sam what do you want for lunch?!!”</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Sam came runing down the stairs.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Sam do you want a peanut butter sandwich or
a jam sandwich?”said mom.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">No” he said, “I like marmite!!!!!!!!” </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Sam do not shout at me.” </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Why?” said Sam. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Do not be smart with me...you are
grounded...go to bed.”</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">“<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Fine!!!!!”.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Tossing and turning in his sleep, Sam was having a
dream or maybe a nightmare.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">In the nightmare he was devouring a crunchy craker
smothered in marmite but it felt like something was crawling in his mouth. He
looked down and realsied that it was not marmite at all...it was millions of
mites milling around his mouth. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 15.0pt;">Sam quickly woke up and realised a peanut butter
sandwich seemed like a great idea after all!</span><o:p></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-29832381364842090222021-03-24T06:27:00.003-07:002021-03-24T06:27:33.073-07:00MARMITE This is an exaggerated story.<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-family: Abril Fatface;">MARMITE </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Permanent Marker; font-size: large;">This is an exaggerated story</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It was a Monday. I thought it was Friday but it wasn't, ugh </span><span style="font-size: medium;">mondays. We were in school getting ready for maths but </span><span style="font-size: medium;">then múintoir Shane came in with tucs and what looked </span><span style="font-size: medium;">like chocolate sauce but sadly it wasn't it was MARMITE </span><span style="font-size: medium;">don don donn. If you don't know what marmite is I’ll tell </span><span style="font-size: medium;">you it's a sauce that smells like soy sauce but tasted like(I </span><span style="font-size: medium;">can’t explain) hehehe back to the story. Half of the class </span><span style="font-size: medium;">dropped dead(just remember this is an exaggeration ok </span><span style="font-size: medium;">ok),then a voice called out. We gasped. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We said "are you </span><span style="font-size: medium;">ok", </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"yes" he replied </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"isn't marmite disgusting, am I right </span><span style="font-size: medium;">or am I right". </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“NO” he said "I love it, nothing can change </span><span style="font-size: large;">that". </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And he walked into the darkness</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE END</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ciana </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-55917286247937040432021-03-24T06:22:00.004-07:002021-03-24T06:22:45.434-07:00 Magical marmite<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Fjalla One; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><u>Magical marmite</u></i></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“No”. He. Said.”I like marmite it may disgust you but nothing </span><span style="font-size: large;">will surprise you as much as I know”. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">“What”? Exclaimed </span><span style="font-size: medium;">sour creme and onion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">”Did you know”. Began BBQ sauce. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">“marmite gives you shiny skin”. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“What”! Squealed ready </span><span style="font-size: medium;">salted. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Dad loves us tucs with marmite and it makes us </span><span style="font-size: large;">shiny”. Said BBQ sauce.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">”Oh no”! Said ready salted</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Goodbye sour creme and onion, goodbye BBQ sauce”.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And ready salted was gone in (fat) dads mouth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ella-Rose</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-72512673815197372732021-03-24T06:18:00.002-07:002021-03-24T06:18:11.869-07:00The man that cried marmite<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHbuYmYqK0206qsxdamQyjrppmapEAtVfaHn3n5bOVh5BLhDQ0Pb2EqAVoZUxjqZSSEvYxfEVhU3cJjhzIDiPrfJGTvrOdBf9wZhMMuvN9zwDX82EScNeyi4mANg2E7UeSFIUddN7L0VH/s2048/Marmite+Se%25C3%25A1n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHbuYmYqK0206qsxdamQyjrppmapEAtVfaHn3n5bOVh5BLhDQ0Pb2EqAVoZUxjqZSSEvYxfEVhU3cJjhzIDiPrfJGTvrOdBf9wZhMMuvN9zwDX82EScNeyi4mANg2E7UeSFIUddN7L0VH/w640-h480/Marmite+Se%25C3%25A1n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Seán</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-28438817236702641722021-03-24T06:15:00.006-07:002021-03-24T06:15:59.595-07:00 I like marmite!!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Kaushan Script;"> <span style="font-size: 36pt;">I like marmite!!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 36pt;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One morning
the sun was rising and Charlie stuck his uniform on and went down stairs for
breakfast. He pulls the cornflakes out and pours them into a bowl and then gets
the milk out and puts that in the bowl with it and starts to eat. After
breakfast he goes up and wakes his mom and dad and then brushes his teeth. while
he is doing that his mom goes down stairs and starts making Charlies lunch.
Charlie comes down ”whats for lunch” he said “ jam sandwitches and apple slices
“ she replies “no” he said “ I like marmite not jam “<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The end<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Aoibhín<o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-24684230698349340172021-03-24T05:19:00.000-07:002021-03-24T05:19:11.571-07:00Dear Diary<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Dear Diary,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Today is the 1<sup>st</sup> April 2021<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I am already thinking on how to trick Andy!!! I
went over to Georgia and asked her to help me. She came up with the most genius
idea </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u style="text-underline: double;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%;">EVER</span></u></i></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">.
She is my twin, so Andy, Georgia and I went to my house and the plan begun. We
were going to him </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt;">the</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">
“Surprise” when Amanda (our baby sister) said Marmite He was expecting this “no
he said I like marmite” so we chucked them in the bin “Do you actually like
Marmite?” I asked “Nope”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well did I
mention that that was the last pot of marmite?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Segoe Script"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Orla</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9155739111054558331.post-29247598116837430262021-03-24T05:17:00.001-07:002021-03-24T05:17:06.889-07:00Biggest Mistake Ever !!!<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">B</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">i</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #ffc000; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">g</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: yellow; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">g</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #92d050; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">e</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #00b050; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">s</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">t</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #00b050; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">M</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #002060; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">i</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">s</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #9803cd; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">t</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #ff5bff; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">a</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">k</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">e </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #ffc000; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">E</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: yellow; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">v</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #92d050; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">e</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #00b050; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">r</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #002060; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;">!!!</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #ff5bff; font-family: "Cooper Black","serif"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">“</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">Lets get Mc Donalds.” Suggests Lisa. Everybody said yes
agreeing. Exept Tom (He has never fitted in) “So what we want is 6 big Macks
and 7 chips, and NO Marmite.” “No”, he said, I like marmite.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">“</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Tom” Lisa said “This club is NO marmite
remember?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“We all hate marmite”
She said<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You’re out of the
club”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(Do you see what I
mean he has never fitted in?)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The next week we
were going to Mc Donalds. We were about to pay when we realised we had no
money. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Tom used to <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pay for us <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">BIGGEST MISTAKE EVER
KICKING HIM OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">By Aisling Ní
Cheallaigh<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="background: white; color: #202124; font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Poor Richard","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0