If Mum had been in the sea, or on the beach, or anywhere nearby when the tidal wave swept in, then she must have drowned, along with anyone else in its path. If anything, she was going faster, blowing and puffing as she went, striding out more purposefully than ever, her trunk swinging, her great ears in full sail. Some days I would wake up in the morning thinking and believing it had all been a nightmare, that Dad would be having his breakfast in the kitchen as usual when I got downstairs, that he’d be walking me to school as usual. It seemed to me that she had been playing hide-and-seek with me, that this must be an invitation to come and play with her. He’d bought me a packet of cheese and onion crisps that day, and there’d been a bit of an argument about that, because Mum had found the empty crisp packet in my anorak pocket afterwards – she always hated me eating that kind of food.

It's through her that Will's future seems about to be decided, until he takes matters into his own hands. This all sounded more than fine to me, but when Grandma interrupted, it got even better, because that was when Grandma told me that she’d worked it all out, that we would be coming down to stay on the farm for a month or so. Don’t give up, please don’t …” I was interrupted by the sound of a strange throbbing, distant at first, but suddenly quite close and then right overhead. We invite teachers, librarians and home educators to submit the words your students have learnt throughout Michael Morpurgo Month 2019.It was a factual story but not about facts it was a story that actually happened it was some ones story and what I liked about it was you saw the story in somebody perspective. To touch the lives of children, to witness their listening and reading silence, is reward enough in itself.

He looked friendly enough, smiling at me whenever he glanced back up at me to see if I was all right. Whenever we went up to town to Stamford Bridge to see Chelsea play, Dad and I always had a pie and some crisps at the same pub, out in the street if it was fine weather, and everyone would be wearing blue.

It was so loud, so excruciatingly shrill, that it filled my whole head, and the whole forest around me too. Any moment now I expected to see the wave crashing through the forest below us, and come rushing up the hill after us.

Sometimes she wants to run when I do not want her to run, and once she is running she is very hard to stop. Michael's books have been translated into many languages including Chinese, Bulgarian and Hungarian, Hebrew and Japanese. Look at me, I need a smile” he young mahout who was leading the elephant, sometimes by the ear, sometimes by the trunk, was wearing a long white shirt that flapped loosely about him.As the taxi stopped outside home, she turned to me and told me to stay where I was, that she wouldn’t be long. I realised then that there was nothing whatsoever I could do to change her mind, and that I had to go where the elephant was going. I found the ride was suddenly easier, so I got up on my knees now, still holding on, to see better where we were going, where we had come from.