A Macdrabble tale

SLEEPY HEAD

 

I sleep so much all my friends call me Rip Van Winkle. I can’t wake up in the morning. I’m always last in the playground. I’m still eating my toast when the bell goes.

 

The morning lessons are okay. I stay awake because I’m good at numeracy and literacy. I can count and I can spell and I talk a lot in the plenary. The teacher picked me to talk in the plenary when Ofsted came. They were impressed.

 

The afternoons are slow and boring. I can’t paint. I can’t throw and catch. I can’t remember dates. I fall asleep.