We’ve been working on Little Miss Neat for the last couple of weeks. One of the activities I am trying to encourage A5 to do is narration. One big regret with my older ones is that I did not do it nearly enough with them. Narration is such an excellent prewriting skill and encourages clarity of thought as well as expression of those thoughts. To this end I have been trying to fit in narration each day with A5. I have become increasingly encouraged by the effectiveness of something as simple as retelling a story. This narration I thought was really very good, and as I always throw their work away I wanted to record it here. It is a narration about the book pictured below book, which I have read to her daily for the last week. I had two copies (bought for pennies at a charity shop):
I cut one up and she spread out the pictures in order and retold Miss Neat’s story using the pictures as prompts:
I have written it exactly as she said it:
Little Miss Neat is the neatest person in the world. She cleans her house, called Two Pin Cottage because it is as clean as two pins, all the time.
One morning she woke up and saw a puddle in the middle of her garden.
‘Oh, gosh,’ she said. She dashed out and cleaned up every drop of puddle in her garden.
She spent a whole week packing, polishing and dusting her suit case.
She went on holiday saying, ‘I hope it doesn’t get too dusty while I am out.’
Mr Muddle wanted to go to Little Miss Neat’s house, but instead of posting the letter, in a muddle he posted the cheese sandwich instead. A posted cheese sandwich! What a muddle!
Mr Muddle came to Little Miss Neat’s house. He knocked on the door and said, ‘Goodbye!’ It should have been hello!
Little Miss Neat wasn’t there.
‘Home nobody?’ he said in a muddle. He made himself a cup of tea and went home.
Little Miss Neat came home and decided to make herself a cup of tea. It wasn’t as easy as she had thought because she couldn’t find anything.
Mr Muddle phoned her, ‘Goodbye,’ he said.
‘Hello?’ Little Miss Neat said. ‘Is that Mr Muddle? Did you come round for tea whilst I was on holiday?’
‘Yes,’ he said, getting it right for once.
Little Miss Neat sat down on the armchair next to the telephone and sighed.
Then she felt something dig into her.
‘Ouch!’ She looked under the cushion and there were all her knives and forks and teaspoons.
Well done A5!