Ready Steady Read Together
The House with Chicken Legs: Fiction Lesson 4
What do you think you know?
What?
Who?
Why?
Where?
How?
When?
Book Talk: Let's explore this illustration.
Explore
What do you know and think?
There’s no sign of life. No plants, no animals, not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand.
How might this extract link to the illustration?
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From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Today's Question(s)
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
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Let me read today's text
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“I hate this house! I hate this life!” I hear myself shouting the words, watch myself pushing Baba’s hands from me. I prickle with fear because I’m not in control of my emotions or my actions. And as long as I stay in this house I will never be in control of my life, my future, or my destiny.
I run to my bedroom and throw myself onto the bed and I cry myself to sleep as the house gallops on through the night.
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
I exhale loudly, trying to blow sweat-damp hair from my forehead. My heart feels so heavy it might fall through my chest. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this. To have my hopes raised, then smashed to pieces, and then the pieces danced on by the stupid chicken legs of the house.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Jack taps on the window with his beak and the sash slides up. Hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening. He lifts his wings, stands for a moment scanning the horizon, and then flops gracelessly to the sand outside. Good luck finding anything to eat out there. I sniff through a breakfast of kasha and damson jelly, ignoring Baba’s attempts at conversation.
"Come on, Marinka, is it so bad? The dead will arrive tonight and we’ll have such a party.”
“It’s not a party when all the guests are dead,” I mumble.
There’s no sign of life. No plants, no animals, not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand. No sign of water at all, and the butt is only half full. We’ll be lucky if the water we have lasts a week. At least the house can’t stay here for long.
The walls of the house creak and it rocks slightly, burying itself deeper into the sand, as if it heard my thoughts and wants to show me how comfortable it is here. I kick sand at it and stomp back inside to my bedroom without even stopping to warm up the water for the lamb. The smell of borsch wafts from the direction of the stove, signalling another night in the company of the dead.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Vocabulary
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Hover for definitions!
prickle with fear
human habitation
gallops
sash
gracelessly
butt
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From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
I will model the first.
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
prickle with fear
Explore
Find Read Talk
“I hate this house! I hate this life!” I hear myself shouting the words, watch myself pushing Baba’s hands from me. I prickle with fear because I’m not in control of my emotions or my actions. And as long as I stay in this house I will never be in control of my life, my future, or my destiny.
Reveal Vocabulary
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
prickle with fear
Your turn
gallops
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
human habitation
sash
gracelessly
butt
Use your text
Explore
Vocabulary Check
Explore
Reveal Vocabulary
“I hate this house! I hate this life!” I hear myself shouting the words, watch myself pushing Baba’s hands from me. I prickle with fear because I’m not in control of my emotions or my actions. And as long as I stay in this house I will never be in control of my life, my future, or my destiny.
I run to my bedroom and throw myself onto the bed and I cry myself to sleep as the house gallops on through the night.
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
I exhale loudly, trying to blow sweat-damp hair from my forehead. My heart feels so heavy it might fall through my chest. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this. To have my hopes raised, then smashed to pieces, and then the pieces danced on by the stupid chicken legs of the house.
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Reveal Vocabulary
Jack taps on the window with his beak and the sash slides up. Hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening. He lifts his wings, stands for a moment scanning the horizon, and then flops gracelessly to the sand outside. Good luck finding anything to eat out there.I sniff through a breakfast of kasha and damson jelly, ignoring Baba’s attempts at conversation. "Come on, Marinka, is it so bad? The dead will arrive tonight and we’ll have such a party.” “It’s not a party when all the guests are dead,” I mumble. There’s no sign of life. No plants, no animals, not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand. No sign of water at all, and the butt is only half full. We’ll be lucky if the water we have lasts a week. At least the house can’t stay here for long. The walls of the house creak and it rocks slightly, burying itself deeper into the sand, as if it heard my thoughts and wants to show me how comfortable it is here. I kick sand at it and stomp back inside to my bedroom without even stopping to warm up the water for the lamb. The smell of borsch wafts from the direction of the stove, signalling another night in the company of the dead.
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Fluency
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Let me use my reader's voice...
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
What did you notice?
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From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
My Turn
Your Turn
Echo Read
Hot, dry air claws at my throat.
The light from the window is dazzlingly bright.
I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand.
Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air.
Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Sound like a reader!
Stand up!
Choral Read
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Strategy Focus
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Strategy: Read Between the Lines
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Be a detective and look for clues!
Teach
Let me show you
Reveal Text Marks
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand.
The word 'claw' makes the reader imagine something painful, like an animal attacking. This gives a sense of how uncomfortable the environment is for Marinka. She feels as if the air itself is choking her.
Reveal Explainer
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Teach
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Strategy Stop
What else could you use to answer today's question(s)?
Teach
Your Turn
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Find the answers
Text mark
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence - light from the window is dazzlingly bright - shielding my eyes with a hand - blazing sun - heat rippling the air - hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening
trapped in a stifling, oppressive environment
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Text Mark Evidence - sand and more sand - good luck finding anything - no sign of life, no plants, no animals - not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand - no sign of water
in a lonely, lifeless place
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
a loss of control/house controls her destiny
Text Mark Evidence (the house) burying itself deeper into the sand as if it heard my thoughts and wants to show me how comfortable it is here
Practise & Apply
Quiz Time
Start
Picture Me
Which picture is the best match for the word 'sash'?
Which One's Right?
Which one is the best meaning for 'human habitation'?
B A place whereanimals live
A A place whereplants grow
D A place wherenothing is alive
C A place wherehumans live or stay
Find Me
Which word means 'in a clumsy and awkward way'?
Hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening. He lifts his wings, stands for a moment scanning the horizon, and then flops gracelessly to the sand outside. Good luck finding anything to eat out there.
Discuss then check
gracelessly
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Tick Me
Click here to reveal a paragraph from the text... Which sentence best summarises this paragraph?
Tick one
A Marinka is upset that the house has crumbled to pieces.
B Marinka is deeply hurt at the loss of her only friend and blames the house.
Check
C Marinka has hurt herself whilst dancing with the house.
Click if correct
D Marinka is angry and feeling out of control of her actions.
Feedback: Who did what well?
FindRead Talk
EchoRead
ChoralRead
ReadingStrategy
Answers & Text Marks
Other...
To be a book lover, you could...
look forclues.
Reveal
Notice how the author builds suspense or hints at future events.
Copyright Notice
This document has been supplied under a CLA Licence with specific terms of use. It is protected by copyright and, save as may be permitted by law, it may not be further copied, stored, re-copied electronically or otherwise shared, even for internal purposes, without the prior further permission of the Rightsholder. Extracts sourced from: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018 Schools must purchase the original text for full content.
My heart feels so heavy it might fall through my chest. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this. To have my hopes raised, then smashed to pieces, and then the pieces danced on by the stupid chicken legs of the house.
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Ready Steady Read Together
The House with Chicken Legs: Fiction Lesson 4
What do you think you know?
What?
Who?
Why?
Where?
How?
When?
Book Talk: Let's explore this illustration.
Explore
What do you know and think?
There’s no sign of life. No plants, no animals, not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand.
How might this extract link to the illustration?
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Today's Question(s)
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Explore
Let me read today's text
Explore
“I hate this house! I hate this life!” I hear myself shouting the words, watch myself pushing Baba’s hands from me. I prickle with fear because I’m not in control of my emotions or my actions. And as long as I stay in this house I will never be in control of my life, my future, or my destiny. I run to my bedroom and throw myself onto the bed and I cry myself to sleep as the house gallops on through the night. Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight. I exhale loudly, trying to blow sweat-damp hair from my forehead. My heart feels so heavy it might fall through my chest. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this. To have my hopes raised, then smashed to pieces, and then the pieces danced on by the stupid chicken legs of the house.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Jack taps on the window with his beak and the sash slides up. Hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening. He lifts his wings, stands for a moment scanning the horizon, and then flops gracelessly to the sand outside. Good luck finding anything to eat out there. I sniff through a breakfast of kasha and damson jelly, ignoring Baba’s attempts at conversation. "Come on, Marinka, is it so bad? The dead will arrive tonight and we’ll have such a party.” “It’s not a party when all the guests are dead,” I mumble. There’s no sign of life. No plants, no animals, not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand. No sign of water at all, and the butt is only half full. We’ll be lucky if the water we have lasts a week. At least the house can’t stay here for long. The walls of the house creak and it rocks slightly, burying itself deeper into the sand, as if it heard my thoughts and wants to show me how comfortable it is here. I kick sand at it and stomp back inside to my bedroom without even stopping to warm up the water for the lamb. The smell of borsch wafts from the direction of the stove, signalling another night in the company of the dead.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Vocabulary
Explore
Hover for definitions!
prickle with fear
human habitation
gallops
sash
gracelessly
butt
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
I will model the first.
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
prickle with fear
Explore
Find Read Talk
“I hate this house! I hate this life!” I hear myself shouting the words, watch myself pushing Baba’s hands from me. I prickle with fear because I’m not in control of my emotions or my actions. And as long as I stay in this house I will never be in control of my life, my future, or my destiny.
Reveal Vocabulary
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
prickle with fear
Your turn
gallops
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
human habitation
sash
gracelessly
butt
Use your text
Explore
Vocabulary Check
Explore
Reveal Vocabulary
“I hate this house! I hate this life!” I hear myself shouting the words, watch myself pushing Baba’s hands from me. I prickle with fear because I’m not in control of my emotions or my actions. And as long as I stay in this house I will never be in control of my life, my future, or my destiny. I run to my bedroom and throw myself onto the bed and I cry myself to sleep as the house gallops on through the night. Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight. I exhale loudly, trying to blow sweat-damp hair from my forehead. My heart feels so heavy it might fall through my chest. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this. To have my hopes raised, then smashed to pieces, and then the pieces danced on by the stupid chicken legs of the house.
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Reveal Vocabulary
Jack taps on the window with his beak and the sash slides up. Hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening. He lifts his wings, stands for a moment scanning the horizon, and then flops gracelessly to the sand outside. Good luck finding anything to eat out there.I sniff through a breakfast of kasha and damson jelly, ignoring Baba’s attempts at conversation. "Come on, Marinka, is it so bad? The dead will arrive tonight and we’ll have such a party.” “It’s not a party when all the guests are dead,” I mumble. There’s no sign of life. No plants, no animals, not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand. No sign of water at all, and the butt is only half full. We’ll be lucky if the water we have lasts a week. At least the house can’t stay here for long. The walls of the house creak and it rocks slightly, burying itself deeper into the sand, as if it heard my thoughts and wants to show me how comfortable it is here. I kick sand at it and stomp back inside to my bedroom without even stopping to warm up the water for the lamb. The smell of borsch wafts from the direction of the stove, signalling another night in the company of the dead.
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Fluency
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Let me use my reader's voice...
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
What did you notice?
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
My Turn
Your Turn
Echo Read
Hot, dry air claws at my throat.
The light from the window is dazzlingly bright.
I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand.
Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air.
Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Sound like a reader!
Stand up!
Choral Read
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand. Sand and more sand. A blazing sun. Heat rippling the air. Not a sign of human habitation in sight.
Explore
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Strategy Focus
Explore
Strategy: Read Between the Lines
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Be a detective and look for clues!
Teach
Let me show you
Reveal Text Marks
Hot, dry air claws at my throat. The light from the window is dazzlingly bright. I drag myself to look at the view, shielding my eyes with a hand.
The word 'claw' makes the reader imagine something painful, like an animal attacking. This gives a sense of how uncomfortable the environment is for Marinka. She feels as if the air itself is choking her.
Reveal Explainer
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Teach
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Strategy Stop
What else could you use to answer today's question(s)?
Teach
Your Turn
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Find the answers
Text mark
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence - light from the window is dazzlingly bright - shielding my eyes with a hand - blazing sun - heat rippling the air - hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening
trapped in a stifling, oppressive environment
How does the author’s use of imagery describing the harsh setting show Marinka’s feelings of desperation?
Text Mark Evidence - sand and more sand - good luck finding anything - no sign of life, no plants, no animals - not even a bird in the sky or an insect scurrying across the sand - no sign of water
in a lonely, lifeless place
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
a loss of control/house controls her destiny
Text Mark Evidence (the house) burying itself deeper into the sand as if it heard my thoughts and wants to show me how comfortable it is here
Practise & Apply
Quiz Time
Start
Picture Me
Which picture is the best match for the word 'sash'?
Which One's Right?
Which one is the best meaning for 'human habitation'?
B A place whereanimals live
A A place whereplants grow
D A place wherenothing is alive
C A place wherehumans live or stay
Find Me
Which word means 'in a clumsy and awkward way'?
Hot air blasts in, like an oven door opening. He lifts his wings, stands for a moment scanning the horizon, and then flops gracelessly to the sand outside. Good luck finding anything to eat out there.
Discuss then check
gracelessly
From: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018. Licensed under CLA. Do not share.
Tick Me
Click here to reveal a paragraph from the text... Which sentence best summarises this paragraph?
Tick one
A Marinka is upset that the house has crumbled to pieces.
B Marinka is deeply hurt at the loss of her only friend and blames the house.
Check
C Marinka has hurt herself whilst dancing with the house.
Click if correct
D Marinka is angry and feeling out of control of her actions.
Feedback: Who did what well?
FindRead Talk
EchoRead
ChoralRead
ReadingStrategy
Answers & Text Marks
Other...
To be a book lover, you could...
look forclues.
Reveal
Notice how the author builds suspense or hints at future events.
Copyright Notice
This document has been supplied under a CLA Licence with specific terms of use. It is protected by copyright and, save as may be permitted by law, it may not be further copied, stored, re-copied electronically or otherwise shared, even for internal purposes, without the prior further permission of the Rightsholder. Extracts sourced from: The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson © 2018 Schools must purchase the original text for full content.
My heart feels so heavy it might fall through my chest. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this. To have my hopes raised, then smashed to pieces, and then the pieces danced on by the stupid chicken legs of the house.