Roald Dahl website

(above) Official Website. Click on the graphic to link to the site.

How much do you know about Roald Dahl?
Get to know more about Roald Dahl from his website.

Go to Roald Dahl museum here.

BFG ACtivities

How much do you know about BFG? Try these online quizzes to test your understanding.

Quiz I
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Quiz II
http://www.funtrivia.com/playquiz.cfm?qid=8894&origin=http://www.richmond.k12.va.us/readamillion/LITERATURE/literature_lesson_plans_b.htm

Quiz III
http://www.roalddahlfans.com/games/quiz.php?quizID=4


Monsters, who are they?
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Competitions : Arte(factually) Speaking Story-writing Competition

Arte(factually) Speaking is a story-writing competition based on the National Heritage Board museums' collections. This competition aims to create greater awareness and appreciation of the cultures of the many communities that call Singapore home, be it the cultures of incumbent or new Singaporeans through story-writing based on the National Heritage Board's collections. In addition, the competition also aims to improve the students' creative thinking and writing skills. ~from http://www.heritagefest.org.sg


Singapore HeritageFest 2009
“Arte (factually) Speaking” Story Writing Competition
3rd Prize Winner (Upper Primary Category)
Name: Gan Chin Lin (CH4)
Gender: Female
Age: 10-year-old
Nationality: Singaporean
School: Pei Hwa Presbyterian Primary School

Artefact: Headless Rider on a Winged Horse Figurine
Museum: National Museum of Singapore

Grandpa’s Horse
I stood by the rippling and shining surface of the vast river. A pebble was nestled in my palm. I
was sitting by the riverbank, my bare legs dangling in the water. In one fluid movement, I sent
the pebble skipping across the surface, making miniature splashes in the water.

The top subject in my mind was my grandfather. He had passed away the day before. His life
had evaporated as quickly as the pebble sinking below the surface of the river- without any
warning.

Grandfather had taught me many things, which were all about our ancestral homeland-Java.
"We must be proud of our true homeland, Suhato!" He had told me.

"You must keep the Javanese traditions alive. Impart them to your children, just as I am
imparting them to you."

I had mastered the art of Batik, the Keris dagger and horse-riding through him. But he had
taught me another special thing-how to make Javanese style figurines.

That was the subject he took the most of his time teaching me. It was tiring and required a lot
of patience, and I often grumbled and moaned. But soon, I could deftly arrange a few lumps of
clay and shape them into a little figurine.

I took out a figurine of a rider on a winged horse from my grass bag. I had made it myself as a
gift to grandpa's spirit. The rider was exactly like him-it was dressed like him, looked like him,
and even doing what he loved most, horse-riding. The wings on the horse expressed my hope
that grandpa will 'ride' to heaven.

Using my hands, I dug a little hole in the dirt and put in the figure. I buried it and cried out to
the heavens, "Grandpa, this is my good-bye present to you. May you have a good life in
heaven."

I bowed to the little mound of earth and strained my ears to hear grandpa's hoarse voice,
chuckling, replying to me...
(310 words)


To read the rest of the stories from the contestants, click here.