The little shoemaker

In amongst an attractive street street in Paris,there was a little shoe shop. A big sign saying cordonnerie stood out at the top of the shop,which meant shoe shop in French. There was a transparent,glass window and through it you could see a stumpy, middle-aged man. His name was victor. He had spiky brown hair and a bushy mustache.Victor had framed,out of shape,black glasses. In his shop there was a lot of variety. There were big boots,fancy high heels,delicate ballet flats and much more. Victor had been working as a shoe shop owner for a long time,20 years precisely. Every day he would polish and dust his shoes. He loved his job. Then suddenly a young,sophisticated and posh woman strutted down the street. She was was wearing a mustard yellow colored dress with apricot colored sash going around her waist. Tiny,white polka dots were scattered all over her dress. She had a cute ,little, yellow bow on her dress. Her eyes were big, wide and green like emeralds . Her reddish-brown hair was tied up in a huge bun. Then this ladies wide and large eyes grew even larger and wider as the most stunning,cute and amazing pair of high heels caught her eyes.Her eyes they were twinkling with delight. Those were the best shoes she had ever seen. She clapped her hands in the most joyous mood ever. She was just about to give victor a handful of money when a loud van pulled over in the street. Then they soon came to see a vintage, red van with black wheels and bronze tyre spokes. Then a tall skinny man got out of the van. He had reddish brown hair and a mustache. Also he had the most elegant black suit and gloves .Then he twirled his cane that pointed to the back of the van. To everyone's surprise the back of his van turned into a shoe stall displaying rows upon rows of shoes. The young woman quickly ran to the man with the vehicle but Victor did not give up that easily he rang a bell signalling the woman to come back to the cute red pair of shoes. But the man in the long hat decided a sales war was on and he put up 20% of labels everywhere and the woman bought the man in the vans shoes. Poor Victors head dropped as the woman walked away with the man in the vans shoes. That night Victor came up with a plan he grabbed a screwdriver a hammer and some other tools that he needed to make the best shoes he had ever made to beat up the man in the van. The other shoes showed support to Victor by surrounding him,making squeaking noises and jumping up and down in excitement. Then long after the shoes had gone to sleep Victor was still up for hours working under a candlelight. Then in the morning finally he had finished his masterpiece. He then went outside and displayed it on a stand and rung a loud golden bell. He stood proudly when the man in the van looked at his new pair of shoes but the man in the van simply replied by displaying by a huge range of the same shoes. Victors business was suffering a huge loss no matter what he did nothing solved his problem people kept walking past his shop but after seeing the man in the vans shoes they of course bought his shoes. Then Victor decided to put a 20% of sign on himself ringing a bell signalling customers come to his shop but that didn't work so he decided to decrease the price to 60% of on all shoes still nothing worked so he kept on decreasing the price until he had to do 95% of on all shoes even with that dramatic drop in the price nobody bought his shoes.By the end of the week Victors cash register was empty and he was completely depressed and miserable. Late one night Victor stood by his cash register head down. The scene was all depressing,gloomy and dark . He was all alone except for his shoes that kept him company. Victor had no idea what to do next he thought it was completely hopeless.Then suddenly there was a slight breeze as a piece of paper slid into the room and on to the wooden floor as Victor slowly looked up he could see the smug face of his competitor through the mail slot where the piece of paper came from. Victor gently lifted up the piece of paper and saw that it was a contract from his rival wanting to buy his business. Victor was just about to sign the contract when the shoes perked up to see what was going on and leaned in close.The shoes unable to bear the thought of Victor losing his job came up with a plan. They showed him a pair of old boots that were as dusty as books that had been sitting on their shelves for 50 years and a tin of gold paint. The next morning Victor confidently walked down the street to the van making eye contact with his enemy.Then he presented the contract and the box with the shoes the man excepted both of them immediately. In this box were the magical golden shoes the man put them on his feet in an instant. Victor walked away feeling beaten. But guess what? The golden shoes started controlling the man's life and he started running down the street.So then Victor ripped up the contract happily,Knowing his life was back to normal. Victors business was the same as it was before with no competitor to take all customers. He spent the days dusting his divine collection of shoes and sealing them to people who passed by.His business was no longer at a loss and you would never see his money till empty. However this was soon going to change because suddenly another van appeared and was ready to compete.Victor clenched his fist in anger. This is war thought victor.

Bug menu

We had to write a menu from staters to dessert with somthing to do with bugs in it.

My taonga-my treasure

My Taonga- My treasure

My taonga is a is a heart- shaped locket and I can wear it on my neck.  Both the chain and the heart locket are made of real gold. The heart is tiny but it has a picture of me on my first birthday around a lot of presents and balloons.  I wear my taonga on special occasions like weddings or other people’s birthday parties. My grandfather gave the very same locket to my grandmother on her birthday and it's been going down generations ever since.  I got it on my 1st birthday, my parents gave it to me as a birthday present.

It is important to my family because we can remember my first birthday in India and my airplane cake to represent my first time going on a plane.  It is connected to my family because it reminds us of the people that came before me.