Trinity GESE Grade 5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOi9V6L-eZc

YOU CAN SEE HERE HOW IS A TRINITY EXAM.

PHONICS (Consonant blends 'sc' 'sk' 'sl' 'sm' 'sn' 'sp' 'sw')

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KylfV3JOO8

TONGUE TWISTERS (Learn one of the long ones)

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?
If Peter Piper Picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CMHrDDWado   
She sells seashells by the seashore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoJ7nTZ31Ng  
Red lorry, yellow lorry.  
Which wristwatches are Swiss wristwatches?  
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck wood?
He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,
And chuck as much as a woodchuck would
If a woodchuck could chuck wood. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BPaOChXn6g   

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sHVgW44cDA

VOCABULARY PRACTICE (PET EXAM)

http://cdextras.cambridge.org/ObjectivePET/start.htm

JACQUES COUSTEAU (English Pupil's Book page 50)

ERNEST SHAKELTON (English Pupil's Book page 48)

LET'S PLAY (Games for practice)

Here you can find word match and word jumble games. Movers is the one for our level.

http://www.cambridge.org/es/elt/catalogue/subject/project/custom/item6509764/Kid's-Box-for-Spanish-Speakers-Games/?site_locale=es_ES&currentSubjectID=2562984

COMPARATIVE ADJECTIVES

tHe Magic Flute (Audiobook)

http://www.macmillanyounglearners.com/readers/magic-flute-0

Listen the audiobook at the same time you read the book.

The Adventures of Odysseus (audiobook)

http://www.macmillanyounglearners.com/readers/adventures-odysseus-0

THE SMARTEST GIANT IN TOWN (Part 1, look for part 2 on Youtube)

 THE SMARTEST GIANT IN TOWN

By Julia Donaldson

George was a giant, the scruffiest giant in town. He always wore the same pair of old patched-up gown.“I wish I wasn’t the scruffiest giant in town”, he said sadly. But one day, George noticed a new shop. It was full of smart clothes. So he bought…A smart shirt, a smart pair of trousers, a smart Belt,a smart stripy tie, some smart socks with diamonds up the sides, and a pair of smart shiny shoes.“Now I’m the smartest giant in town,” he said proudly.George left his old clothes behind in the shop.

He was about to go home when he heard a sound.On the pavement stood a giraffe who was sniffingsadly.“What’s the matter?” asked George.“It’s my neck,” said the giraffe.“It’s so very long and so very cold”“I wish I had a long warm scarf”“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his stripytie.“It didn’t match my socks anyway,” he said, as hewound it round and round the giraffe’s neck. It made a wonderful scarf.“Thank you!” said the giraffe.

As George strode towards home, he sang to himself,“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,But look me up and down-I’m the smartest giant in town.”

George came to a river. On a boat stood a goat who was bleating loudly. “What’s the matter?” asked George.“It’s my sail,” said the goat.“It blew away in a storm.”“I wish I had a strong new sail for my boat!”“Cheer up!”, said George. And he took off his newwhite shirt.“It kept coming untucked anyway,” he said, as hetied it to the mast of the goat’s boat. It made amagnificent sail.“Thank you!” said the goat.

George strode on, singing to himself,“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,My shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat,But look me up and down-I’m the smartest giant in town!”

George came to a tiny ruined house.Beside the house stood a white Mouse with losts of baby mice. They were all squeaking.“What’s the matter?” asked George.“It’s our house,” squeaked the mother mouse.“It burned down, and now we have nowhere to live.“I wish we had a nice new house!”“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off one of his shiny shoes. “It was living me blisters anyway,” he said, as the Mouse and her babies scrambled inside. The shoe made a perfect home for them.“Thank you!” they squeaked.

George had to hop along the road now, but he didn’tmind. As he hopped, he sang to himself,“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,My shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat,My shoe is a house for a little white mouse,But look me up and down-I’m the smartest giant in town!.”

George came to a campsite. Beside a tent stood a fox who was crying.“What’s the matter?” asked George.“It’s my sleeping bag,” said the fox.“I dropped it in a puddle.“I wish I had a warm, dry sleeping bag!”“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off one of his socks with diamonds up the sides. “It was tickling my toes anyway,” he said, as the fox snuggled in to it. It made a very fine sleeping bag.“Thank you!” said the fox.

 

George hopped on, singing to himself,“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,My shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat,My shoe is a house for a little white mouse,One of my socks is a bed for a fox,But look me up and down-I’m the smartest giant in town!.”

George came to a squelchy bog. Beside the bogstood a dog who was howling.“What’s the matter?” asked George“It’s this bog,” said the dog.“I need to get across, but I keep getting stuck in the mud.“I wish there was a safe, dry path.”“Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his smart new belt.“It was squashing my tummy anyway,” he said, as he laid it down over the bog. It made an excellent path.“Thank you!” said the dog. The wind started to blow, but George didn’t mind.

He hopped on, singing to himself,“My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe,My shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat,My shoe is a house for a little white mouse,One of my socks is a bed for a fox,

 

My belt helped a dog who was crossing a bog,But…My trousers are falling down!I’m the coldest giant in town!”

Suddenly George felt sad and shivery and not at all smart. He stood on one foot and thought. “I’ll have to go back to the shop and buy some more clothes,”he decided.He turned round and hopped all the way back to the shop. But when he got there, it was CLOSED!“Oh, no!” cried George. He sank down onto the door step and a tear ran down his nose. He felt as sad as all the animals he had met on his way home. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bag with something familiar poking out of the top. Georgetook a closer look…“My gown!” he yelled. “My dear old gown and sandals!” George put them on. They felt wonderfully comfortable.“I’m the cosiest giant in town!” he cried, an he danced back home along the road.Outside his front door stood all the animals he had helped. They were carrying an enormous present.“Come on, George,” they said. “Open it!”George untied the ribbon. Inside was a beautifulgold paper crown and a card.“Look inside the card George!” said the animals.George put the crown on his head and opened the card.

REMEMBER REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER

THE STORY OF GUY FAWKES OR THE GUNPOWDER PLOT (la conspiración de la pólvora). A very British tradition.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcyXMLz3fK0 IN THIS LINK YOU CAN SEE HOW BONFIRE NIGHT IS CELEBRATED IN ENGLAND (enlace donde puedes ver cómo se celebra en Inglaterra)

TIDDLER by Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler

I love this tale, I hope you like it too!

Tiddler, the story-telling fish

‘Once there was a fish and his name was Tiddler. He wasn’t much to look at,
with his plain grey scales. But Tiddler was a fish with a big imagination. He
blew small bubbles but he told tall tales.

‘Sorry I’m late. I was riding on a seahorse.’
‘Sorry I’m late. I was flying with a ray.’
‘Sorry I’m late. I was diving with a dolphin.’

Tiddler told a different story every day.
At nine o’clock on Monday, Miss Skate called the register.

‘Little Johnny Dory?’ ‘Yes, Miss Skate.’
‘Rabbitfish?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’
‘Redfin?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’
‘Tiddler? Tiddler? TIDDLER’S LATE!’

‘Sorry I’m late. I was swimming round a shipwreck. I swam into a treasure
chest, and someone closed the lid. I bashed and I thrashed till a mermaid
let me out again.’
‘Oh, no, she didn’t.’ ‘OH, YES, SHE DID.’

‘It’s only a story,’ said Rabbitfish and Redfin.
‘Just a silly story,’ said Dragonfish and Dab.
‘I like Tiddler’s story,’ said Little Johnny Dory,
And he told it to his granny, who told it to a crab.

At nine o’clock on Tuesday, Miss Skate called the register.
‘Little Johnny Dory?’ ‘Yes, Miss Skate.’
‘Spiderfish?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’ ‘Sunfish?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’
‘Tiddler? Tiddler? TIDDLER’S LATE!’

‘Sorry I’m late, Miss. I set off really early
but on the way to school I was captured by a squid.
I wriggled and I struggled till a turtle came and rescued me.’
‘Oh, no, he didn’t.’ ‘OH, YES, HE DID.’

‘It’s only a story,’ said Spiderfish and Sunfish.
‘Just a silly story,’ said Devilfish and Dace.
‘I love Tiddler’s story,’ said Little Johnny Dory,
And he told it to his granny, who told it to a plaice...
Who told it to a starfish, who told it to a seal,
Who told it to a lobster, who told it to an eel...

At nine o’clock on Wednesday,
Tiddler was dawdling,
Dreaming up a story,
His tallest story yet.

Lost inside his story,
He didn’t see the fishing boat.
He didn’t hear the fishermen.
He didn’t spot... THE NET.

Meanwhile, in the schoolroom,
Miss Skate called the register.
‘Little Johnny Dory?’
‘Yes, Miss Skate.’
‘Leopardfish?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’
‘Leaf Fish?’ ‘Yes, Miss.’
‘Tiddler? Tiddler? TIDDLER’S LATE!’

Ten o’clock... eleven o’clock. Still no Tiddler!
Twelve o’clock, lunchtime.
Where could he be?
Far away, the fishermen were
Hauling in their fishing net...

‘This one’s just a tiddler. We’ll throw it back to sea.’
Tiddler was lost in the middle of the ocean
Where strange lights glimmered...
... and strange fish flew.

He swam around in circles.
He shivered in the seaweed.
But then he heard a story,
a story that he knew...

‘Tiddler rode a seahorse. Tiddler met a mermaid. Tiddler met a turtle, who
saved him from a squid. Tiddler found a shipwreck. Tiddler found a
treasure chest.’ ‘Oh, no, he didn’t.’ ‘OH, YES, HE DID.’
Tiddler peeped out and he saw a shoal of anchovies.
‘Excuse me, can you tell me where you heard that tale?’
‘We heard it from a shrimp, but we don’t know where she heard it.’

And they took him to the shrimp, who said,
‘I heard it from a whale.’
‘I heard it from a herring.’
‘I heard it from an eel.’
‘I heard it from a lobster.’
‘I heard it from a seal.’
‘I heard it from a starfish.’
‘I heard it from a plaice.’
The plaice said, ‘Just a minute, don’t I recognise your face?’

‘I’m Tiddler,’ said Tiddler.
‘I’m tracking down my story.’
The plaice replaid, ‘I heard it from my neighbour, Granny Dory.’

One o’clock, two o’clock... still no Tiddler.
Nearly hometime. Where could he be?
Just as the fishes were finishing their lessons...
IN SWAM TIDDLER at half past three!

‘Sorry I’m late but I swam into a fishing net. I managed to scape and I
swam away and hid. I was lost, I was scared, but a STORY led me home
again.’
‘Oh, no, it didn’t.’ ‘OH, YES, IT DID.’
‘It’s just another story,’ said Leopardfish and Leaf Fish.
‘Just a silly story,’ said Butterfish and Blue.
‘It isn’t just a story,’ said Little Johnny Dory...
And he told it to a writer friend...
Who wrote it down for YOU.