Mrs Macleod writes: Having completed our study of Macbeth the boys worked in pairs to rewrite one of the scenes in a modern day version. These are from 4a, aged 11.

 KEVIN

Outside the great green door of 6s Jimmy the magnificent was collecting supporters. With the help of Fred they planned to overthrow Kevin and free the school from the goody, goody two shoes. Kevin’s friends had told him they were coming but why worry? No local boy could defeat him, nor be vanquished till the cricket stumps turned against him. Still he hurt, the guilt for getting his old friends expelled haunted him. Nor did these thoughts bring happiness to his girlfriend, Tracy. “Can’t you give her Calpol to settle her guilt?” Kevin asked the matron. “No amount of Calpol I have can relieve her guilt.”

Out on main field Jimmy ordered each supporter to get a cricket stump and hold it in front of him to hide their true numbers from Kevin.

Kevin heard the shouts of the headmaster and soon a friend told him the terrible news. “Tracy has left you and the school forever.” Despair wrapped itself around the Class President. But his problems came all at once as another friend ran in and said, “Sir at my post at the window I saw the cricket stumps ... moving!”

“Liar and geek!” roared Kevin “If you are lying you will be expelled. If not I will not care if I get expelled.” The first of the supporters were 1st formers and easily defeated for they were local boys. “You live close,” scorned Kevin.

“Turn hell-hound! Turn!” Kevin turned around. There stood Fred!

“Go away. I carry enough guilt after getting your girlfriend expelled!”

“I have no words, let the boys votes be counted.”

Half way through the scores were announced with Kevin in the lead by one vote! Sweating Kevin shouted, “You waste your time, I bear the knowledge that no local boy may defeat me!”

“Then despair. I am a London bus boy!” Kevin’s heart sank. At that moment the geek who counted up the votes announced. “The winner is ... by one vote ... FRED!” Kevin sank to the floor and Fred gave his position to Jimmy.
“All hail Jimmy, Class President of 6s!”

C O’Shea & C Temple

Macbeth LEGO STAR WARS Edition

In a galaxy not so far away in Scotland ...

The night drew on with lots of moons and lots of stars. Lego Anakin entered the command bridge, so intent on his bloody work that his Jedi mind began to play tricks on him. “Is this a sabre I see before me, the handle before my hand. Come let me force thee. I feel thee not yet I see thee still.” This drew him on, on to the Chancellor’s chambers. Lego Padme had been there already and had occupied the storm-troopers with a Lego DVD player of Lego Star Wars: Director's Edition and Lego Blasters by their sides. Now she waited nervously for Lego Anakin to finish the deed. Suddenly she heard a voice cry from the Chancellor’s chambers. Outside a Lego ewok shrieked. Then Lego Anakin returned to her side and said, “The deed is done ... horhh herhh.” Instead of Anakin’s awesome Lego hair he wore a black mask and had asthma. In his black, blood-stained gloves he clutched two Lego Blasters. Lego Padme was horrified, “Why did you bring those with you, take them back ... instead I’ll do it, give me the Blasters.” Then there was a knocking on the Lego shuttle door. Anakin heard it but stood frozen, staring at his bloodstained hands. “To wash them would be to make the jungle planet red,” he said. Padme returned her hands as red as her husband’s. More knocking, angry and insistent on the Lego shuttle door. Finally a short circuited C3P-O pressed the open button for the door. By this time Anakin and Padme had returned washed and clean. In stormed two Jedi knights, Yoda and Obi-wan by name. “Awake yet, is the Chancellor” said Yoda “Ask me to come to his side, did he.” “I’ll bring you to him”.

G Bracken & W Pritchard

Macbeth: The Future

Lights burned the skies over Tokyo. Cars raged across the streets as the Japanese Game makers fought for the rights of Nintendo. Chatting fearlessly through the debate was Ching Chow and his sidekick Hanaman-man, the daring primate. No game nerd could stand against them.

When Nintendo was finally won, Ching Chow and Hanaman-man set off for the Sony H.Q. An acid rain thundered thick about them, melting their upmarket garments. “So embarrassing and grand a day I have not seen,” said Ching.

“Ooh Ooh Aah Aah!” Hanaman-man replied, pointing.

Warily the man and monkey pulled up their trousers. In their path stood three hippies, far out and groovy looking.

“All hail Ching, Chief of Nintendo,” said the first.

“All hail Ching, Chief of Microsoft,” revealed the second.

“All hail Ching, Who shall one day own Sony,” declared the third.

Ching was startled into silence but Hanaman-man chided him with a kick in the leg. Ching spoke for his sidekick, “If you can see my future, then say my monkey’s.”

“Smaller than Ching, but a bigger house,” said the first hippy.

“Smaller fame, yet better car,” murmured the second.

“Thou shalt be a father of chiefs, though thou be none,” said the third.

“So by the love of Flower Power, Praise Ching and Hanaman-man” they harmonised, and then faded into a puff of smoke.

J Awdry & J Felt