RWI Blue Group text – The poor goose.

Hi everyone,

Apologies to my group that I wasn’t able to copy more copies of this week’s RWI text. I don’t know what I was doing wrong because I tried twice exactly the same way I’ve been doing it all year and it came out funny both time.

In lieu of an actual book, this is the text that Blue group have read this week and should continue to practice reading at home.

Best,

Mr Markham

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The Poor Goose

This is the story of a horse, a sheepdog, and a goose.

The three animals were chatting in the farmyard one morning.

“I’m bored!” snorted the horse.
“Let’s have a bit of sport.
Let’s all dash from this farmyard to the barn
at the end of the track.
I know I will get there before you two!”

The sheepdog and the goose agreed.

“I’m the fastest animal ever born,”
said the horse to himself.
“I’ve got long, strong legs, and I know a short cut, across the moor.
The sheepdog is not as fast as I am, and that poor goose has
no chance of winning. She’s short, and fat, and silly!”

“I’m the smartest sort of animal,”
said the dog to himself.
“And I’m Farmer Popcorn’s pal. He will let me hitch a lift on his cart when he transports his sacks of corn to the corn store in the barn.

The horse is not as smart as I am,
and that poor goose has
no chance of winning.
She’s short, and fat, and silly!”

But the goose ignored them.
She just fluffed up her soft, grey wings, and didn’t say anything at all.

Off they went.

The horse tore across the moor,
jumping the thorn bushes and the tree trunks.

He looked to the left and he looked to the right.

“I can’t see the sheepdog,”
he snorted scornfully,
“and I can’t see that silly goose!
I must be winning!”

The sheepdog hitched a lift on Farmer Popcorn’s cart.
He sat on a sack of corn, grinning to himself as the cart bumped along the track.

He looked to the left and he looked to the right.

“I can’t see the horse,”
he barked importantly,
“and I can’t see that silly goose.
I must be winning!”

But the goose had the best plan of all.

“I may be short,” she honked,
“and I may be fat, and I may be a little bit silly.
But I have something the other two don’t have!”

The goose won,
for she got to the barn door long
before the horse or the sheepdog.
After that, they didn’t insult her any more.

Can you guess what the goose did?

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