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Reader’s Theatre

We created scripts for Reader’s Theatre today, based on a chapter from our novel  Stanley. Stanley is a mischievous, but hilarious, child who has recently started school. His teacher, Miss Treacy kept him behind after an eventful day in Junior Infants and wants to hear his side of the story.

Miss Treacy: Now Stanley, there are lots of stories about you at the moment…

Stanley: Stories about me! Wow! Brilliant! Me in stories! Great, Miss! Tell me one please… Stanley and the Three Bears?

Miss Treacy: I’m afraid these are not those types of stories, Stanley. they are more like ‘Once upon a time there was a little girl called Helen who loved yoghurt until one day she found, instead of strawberry chunks, some tadpoles floating at the top of her favourite dessert!’

Stanley: Oh, that type of story.


We continued the conversation and used super expression, tone and pausing whilst reading our scripts. We dare you not to laugh at our version of events!

Story Cubes – click on the link to hear our stories













Poem- My Teacher

Click on the picture to hear us saying this poem on Voki



‘My Teacher’ by Roald Dahl

My teacher wasn’t half as nice as yours seems to be

His name was Mister Unsworth and he taught us history

And when you didn’t know a date he’d get you by the ear

And start to twist while you sat there quite paralysed with fear

He’d twist and twist and twist your ear and twist it more and more

Until at last the ear came off and landed on the floor.

Our class was full of one-eared boys I’m certain there were eight

Who’d had them twisted off because they didn’t know a date

So let us now praise teachers who today are all so fine

And yours in particular is totally divine

The Sound Collector – by Roger McGough

 Click on the picture  to hear our class read this poem.


The Sound Collector





A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.

The whistling of the kettle
The turning of the lock
The purring of the kitten
The ticking of the clock

The popping of the toaster
The crunching of the flakes
When you spread the marmalade
The scraping noise it makes

The hissing of the frying-pan
The ticking of the grill
The bubbling of the bathtub
As it starts to fill

The drumming of the raindrops
On the window-pane
When you do the washing up
The gurgle of the drain

The crying of the baby
The squeaking of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the chair

A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.