We start the next term with a 5-word prompt. These words must all appear in the post but they can be in any order. They are:
I can see that you have nearly completed a blog today, ready to publish tonight, and I will be very excited to read it but I just wanted remind you that I am not allowed to check the blog at home during the lockdown anymore. Tomorrow, I cover Mr Leftwich on his PPA time. This means that I won’t be able to read and comment on your writing until the end of the day tomorrow – I haven’t forgotten you!
However, I am hoping that I will be able to keep the blog up and running during the half term holiday.
It was after the fight and Olly had just realised what he’d done.
“I’m sorry, brother. I had no choice..” Olivia sniffed.
“No, no. Don’t apologise-I should. That hammer attack was divine; you put everything in it-enough power to awaken me from that dark dream. Please, Olivia. I have one request before I leave, though. Please fold my paper into the very last crane.” Olly sighed, letting his paper unfold and he laid there, one sheet of purple paper.
“Brother!!” Olivia sobbed.
Luigi and the Origami Craftsman burst through the window. “Why are all these cranes here? Is one of you doing the forbidden 1000 cranes technique?” The craftsman exclaimed in shock.
So Olivia got taught how to fold a crane and folded Olly’s body into a crane and did it. She wished for all the origami folded by Olly to be unfolded-and that meant her. But the origami diorama of the origami castle, folded by the origami craftsman but the big one was folded by Olly, was displayed on the night of the Origami Festival and that continued.
“Are you sure this will work?” Freshly folded (by the craftsman) Olly had asked freshly folded (also by the craftsman this time) Olivia as they snuck through Toad Town to surprise Princess Peach and Mario in the castle.
“100% sure, my dear brother.” Olivia had said and she was right, it went wonderfully.
End of epilogue!
I know that suspense is building for who Olly and Olivia were talking about but that’s a story for another blog-literally.