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Welcome to 3M. 

Mrs Twinn


Please use these pages to find out about what we are learning and other useful information. 


PE will be each Thursday. Children should bring black shorts or leggings, a white top and black school pumps. 


Children will each get a school reading book. Please listen to and read with your child and record this in their reading record. Books will be changed Monday, Wednesday and Friday if children have finished. Please help your child be responsible for putting their book into the basket to be changed. Book reviews and questions may also be given out to help your child with their comprehension.


Children will also get the chance to visit the school library each week. They can choose one book to take home for the week. There is a charge of £5 for any library book not returned or lost. 


The Nightmare man

Can you remember the actions to go with the story?

Sally was afraid. At school, they called her the ‘fraidy girl’ because she seemed afraid of everything. But what she feared the most was the darkness. Every night she didn’t want to go upstairs to bed. She hung around in the kitchen making excuses. Anything to delay going up the stairs. Anything to delay the moment when the light was switched off, plunging her room into darkness.

One moment the room was bright; the next split second and the room was darker than jet. As her eyes adjusted, vague shapes swam into view. The chair in the corner looked like an old man crouching down, ready to leap at her. The dressing gown on the back of the door was like a thin man, leaning, waiting for her to sleep before he hobbled across the room towards her…

Sally lay in the darkness every night watching the old man and the thin man. Neither of them ever moved but she was sure that when she fell asleep they would be up and wandering round – peering at her sleeping face. But, more than anything, she feared the Nightmare Man.

Sally had seen him once, watching her through the window – a tall, dark shape with a cloak billowing out behind him and two red eyes that glowed. She had spent the rest of the night buried under the covers, waiting for dawn. Of course, she had told her mother but all she ever said was, ‘don’t be so silly’ or ‘hurry up and eat your breakfast’ or ‘not now, we’ll be late for school’. Since that night Sally made sure that her curtains were tightly pulled together.

The night of the storm, Sally lay in her bed watching the old man and the thin man. Thunder grumbled in the distance. Lightning crackled. Rain lashed the street. Surely, the Nightmare Man wouldn’t be out on a night like this? Sally just had to know. Heart thudding, she crept from her bed and peeked through the curtains. She got the shock of her life because there he was, clinging to the window with his twin red eyes staring right at her.

Sally stepped back but at that very moment the lightning flashed, lighting up the night sky. The Nightmare Man had gone but Sally could see a distant tower, a tower with two red lights. She also saw the tree by her window move in the wind, casting a dark shadow. In that moment, as the lightning lit up the night, she realised that the Nightmare Man had not really existed at all. Only in her mind. She laughed aloud…

Her bed seemed warm and cosy. She stared across her room, through the curtains at the distant lights of the tower and watched the tree’s shadow blowing in the wind. After that, the Nightmare Man never came back. Soon the thin man became a dressing gown and the old man was just a chair with her clothes draped across it, ready for the next morning, ready for the sunlight.

3M reading Roald Dahl’s ,Little Red Riding Hood’.

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