Ready Steady Read Together
The Goldfish Boy: 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?
When he reappeared he wasn’t going to be happy with what Teddy was doing, not after all the hours he spent fiddling with those flowers.
How might this extract link to the illustration?
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From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Today's Question(s)
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
B) How does the author show a theme of neglect or carelessness?
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Let me read today's text
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Outside, a sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of water, grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Mr Charles’s back garden. Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen. Our garden was also deserted. Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun and behind it Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled.
Taking my notebook with me I crossed the landing and into the office to see if anything was going on outside at the front.
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot.
Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
Reaching towards some bright pink roses, Teddy picked a fistful of petals and scattered them on to the path, dancing as they tickled his sunburned feet. A trowel and a green kneeling pad lay next to him. Mr Charles must have been in the middle of some gardening. When he reappeared he wasn’t going to be happy with what Teddy was doing, not after all the hours he spent fiddling with those flowers.
In his left hand Teddy clutched the little square blue blanket he’d been holding when he first arrived in the big, posh car with Casey. He let the blanket fall to the ground then grabbed more petals and watched as they rained down on top of it. When the last petal had dropped he stretched towards a large rose but caught his forearm on a thorn.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
“Owwww!” he said, and he did a little jig as his face crumpled into a scowl. For a moment I thought he was going to go and get Mr Charles, but instead he just squatted down and inspected the cut on his arm, dabbing at it with the blanket.
Teddy stood up. There was a tiny trickle of blood running down his arm, but it didn’t seem to bother him; he reached for more petals, and then stopped. Something out of the corner of his eye had distracted him.
Me.
He turned and pointed a chubby arm at my window as he gasped:
“Fishy!”
I watched him bounce up and down, clearly ecstatic that he’d spotted the Goldfish Boy all on his own. He looked around for someone to tell.
“Fishy, Casey! Look! Fishy! Granda!”
But nobody came.
I turned away from the window and glanced at the time in the corner of the computer screen.
12:55 p.m.
That time was important.
I don’t know why it stuck in my mind, but it did, even without writing it down.
At some point after 12:55 p.m. on that bright, scorching day, Teddy Dawson went missing.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Vocabulary
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Hover for definitions!
wigwams
lever
shrivelled
crumpled into a scowl
trickle
ecstatic
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From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
I will model the first.
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
wigwams
Explore
Find Read Talk
Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen. Our garden was also deserted. Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun and behind it Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled.
Reveal Vocabulary
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
wigwams
Your turn
shrivelled
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
lever
crumpled intoa scowl
trickle
ecstatic
Use your text
Explore
Vocabulary Check
Explore
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
Outside, a sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of water, grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Mr Charles’s back garden. Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen. Our garden was also deserted. Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun and behind it Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled.
Taking my notebook with me I crossed the landing and into the office to see if anything was going on outside at the front.
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot.
Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
Reaching towards some bright pink roses, Teddy picked a fistful of petals and scattered them on to the path, dancing as they tickled his sunburned feet. A trowel and a green kneeling pad lay next to him. Mr Charles must have been in the middle of some gardening. When he reappeared he wasn’t going to be happy with what Teddy was doing, not after all the hours he spent fiddling with those flowers.
In his left hand Teddy clutched the little square blue blanket he’d been holding when he first arrived in the big, posh car with Casey. He let the blanket fall to the ground then grabbed more petals and watched as they rained down on top of it. When the last petal had dropped he stretched towards a large rose but caught his forearm on a thorn.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
“Owwww!” he said, and he did a little jig as his face crumpled into a scowl. For a moment I thought he was going to go and get Mr Charles, but instead he just squatted down and inspected the cut on his arm, dabbing at it with the blanket.
Teddy stood up. There was a tiny trickle of blood running down his arm, but it didn’t seem to bother him; he reached for more petals, and then stopped. Something out of the corner of his eye had distracted him.
Me.
He turned and pointed a chubby arm at my window as he gasped:
“Fishy!”
I watched him bounce up and down, clearly ecstatic that he’d spotted the Goldfish Boy all on his own. He looked around for someone to tell.
“Fishy, Casey! Look! Fishy! Granda!”
But nobody came.
I turned away from the window and glanced at the time in the corner of the computer screen.
12:55 p.m.
That time was important.
I don’t know why it stuck in my mind, but it did, even without writing it down.
At some point after 12:55 p.m. on that bright, scorching day, Teddy Dawson went missing.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Fluency
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Let me use my reader's voice...
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot. Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
What did you notice?
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
My Turn
Your Turn
Echo Read
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot.
Teddy is in the front garden next door.
He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front.
He doesn’t have any shoes on.
There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles.
The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Sound like a reader!
Stand up!
Choral Read
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot. Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Focus
Explore
Strategy: Read Between the Lines
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
Be a detective and look for clues!
Teach
Let me show you
Reveal Text Marks
Outside, a sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of water, grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Mr Charles’s back garden.
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
Reveal Explainer
The paddling pool suggests a warm summer day but its sagging shape and murky water imply that it has been left out for several days. This detail hints at a prolonged heatwave.
Teach
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Stop
What else could you use to answer today's question(s)?
Teach
Your Turn
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
B) How does the author show a theme of neglect or carelessness?
Find the answers
Text mark
Explore
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence - Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun - that bright, his sunburned feet - scorching day
described as hot as an oven/burning
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
Text Mark Evidence Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled
so hot plants are dying
Text Mark Evidence very hot
the weather was noteworthy
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Practise & Apply
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence - Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen - our garden was also deserted - there is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles - he (Teddy) looked around for someone to tell…but nobody came
no adults are around/Teddy is unsupervised
B) How does the author show a theme of neglect or carelessness?
Text Mark Evidence - (Teddy) caught his forearm on a thorn - I thought he was going to go and get Mr Charles, but instead he just…inspected the cut on his arm, dabbing at it with the blanket - there was a tiny trickle of blood running down his arm
Teddy gets hurt but no one helps
Text Mark Evidence Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled
plants were not cared for
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Text Mark Evidence his (Teddy’s) sunburned feet
lack of protection from the sun
Teddy disappears
Text Mark Evidence Teddy Dawson went missing
Practise & Apply
Quiz Time
Start
Picture Me
Which image is the best match for ‘lever’?
True or False?
A sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Matthew’s garden.
True
False
Match Me
Match each word to its correct definition:
4 ecstatic
1 shrivelled
3 trickle
2 crumpled
A dribble
B dry and wrinkled
C joyful or delighted
D crushed or scrunched
Click if correct
Check
Tick Me
Click here to reveal a paragraph from the text...
What does the author mean by calling Matthew the Goldfish Boy?
Tick one
A Matthew has a pet goldfish in his room.
B Teddy saw a goldfish in Mr Charles’s pond.
Check
C Matthew is a fast swimmer, like a fish in water.
Click if correct
D Matthew watches the world from behind a window, like a goldfish in a bowl.
Feedback: Who did what well?
FindRead Talk
EchoRead
ChoralRead
ReadingStrategy
Answers & Text Marks
Other...
To be a book lover, you could...
think about your life.
Reveal
Connect the story to your own experiences.
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: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017 Schools must purchase the original text for full content.
He turned and pointed a chubby arm at my window as he gasped:
“Fishy!”
I watched him bounce up and down, clearly ecstatic that he’d spotted the Goldfish Boy all on his own. He looked around for someone to tell.
“Fishy, Casey! Look! Fishy! Granda!”
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Ready Steady Read Together
The Goldfish Boy: 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?
When he reappeared he wasn’t going to be happy with what Teddy was doing, not after all the hours he spent fiddling with those flowers.
How might this extract link to the illustration?
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Today's Question(s)
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
B) How does the author show a theme of neglect or carelessness?
Explore
Let me read today's text
Explore
Outside, a sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of water, grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Mr Charles’s back garden. Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen. Our garden was also deserted. Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun and behind it Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled. Taking my notebook with me I crossed the landing and into the office to see if anything was going on outside at the front. Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot. Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place. Reaching towards some bright pink roses, Teddy picked a fistful of petals and scattered them on to the path, dancing as they tickled his sunburned feet. A trowel and a green kneeling pad lay next to him. Mr Charles must have been in the middle of some gardening. When he reappeared he wasn’t going to be happy with what Teddy was doing, not after all the hours he spent fiddling with those flowers. In his left hand Teddy clutched the little square blue blanket he’d been holding when he first arrived in the big, posh car with Casey. He let the blanket fall to the ground then grabbed more petals and watched as they rained down on top of it. When the last petal had dropped he stretched towards a large rose but caught his forearm on a thorn.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
“Owwww!” he said, and he did a little jig as his face crumpled into a scowl. For a moment I thought he was going to go and get Mr Charles, but instead he just squatted down and inspected the cut on his arm, dabbing at it with the blanket. Teddy stood up. There was a tiny trickle of blood running down his arm, but it didn’t seem to bother him; he reached for more petals, and then stopped. Something out of the corner of his eye had distracted him. Me. He turned and pointed a chubby arm at my window as he gasped: “Fishy!” I watched him bounce up and down, clearly ecstatic that he’d spotted the Goldfish Boy all on his own. He looked around for someone to tell. “Fishy, Casey! Look! Fishy! Granda!” But nobody came. I turned away from the window and glanced at the time in the corner of the computer screen. 12:55 p.m. That time was important. I don’t know why it stuck in my mind, but it did, even without writing it down. At some point after 12:55 p.m. on that bright, scorching day, Teddy Dawson went missing.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Vocabulary
Explore
Hover for definitions!
wigwams
lever
shrivelled
crumpled into a scowl
trickle
ecstatic
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
I will model the first.
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
wigwams
Explore
Find Read Talk
Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen. Our garden was also deserted. Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun and behind it Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled.
Reveal Vocabulary
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
wigwams
Your turn
shrivelled
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
lever
crumpled intoa scowl
trickle
ecstatic
Use your text
Explore
Vocabulary Check
Explore
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
Outside, a sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of water, grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Mr Charles’s back garden. Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen. Our garden was also deserted. Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun and behind it Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled. Taking my notebook with me I crossed the landing and into the office to see if anything was going on outside at the front. Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot. Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place. Reaching towards some bright pink roses, Teddy picked a fistful of petals and scattered them on to the path, dancing as they tickled his sunburned feet. A trowel and a green kneeling pad lay next to him. Mr Charles must have been in the middle of some gardening. When he reappeared he wasn’t going to be happy with what Teddy was doing, not after all the hours he spent fiddling with those flowers. In his left hand Teddy clutched the little square blue blanket he’d been holding when he first arrived in the big, posh car with Casey. He let the blanket fall to the ground then grabbed more petals and watched as they rained down on top of it. When the last petal had dropped he stretched towards a large rose but caught his forearm on a thorn.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
“Owwww!” he said, and he did a little jig as his face crumpled into a scowl. For a moment I thought he was going to go and get Mr Charles, but instead he just squatted down and inspected the cut on his arm, dabbing at it with the blanket. Teddy stood up. There was a tiny trickle of blood running down his arm, but it didn’t seem to bother him; he reached for more petals, and then stopped. Something out of the corner of his eye had distracted him. Me. He turned and pointed a chubby arm at my window as he gasped: “Fishy!” I watched him bounce up and down, clearly ecstatic that he’d spotted the Goldfish Boy all on his own. He looked around for someone to tell. “Fishy, Casey! Look! Fishy! Granda!” But nobody came. I turned away from the window and glanced at the time in the corner of the computer screen. 12:55 p.m. That time was important. I don’t know why it stuck in my mind, but it did, even without writing it down. At some point after 12:55 p.m. on that bright, scorching day, Teddy Dawson went missing.
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Fluency
Explore
Let me use my reader's voice...
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot. Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
What did you notice?
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
My Turn
Your Turn
Echo Read
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot.
Teddy is in the front garden next door.
He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front.
He doesn’t have any shoes on.
There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles.
The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Sound like a reader!
Stand up!
Choral Read
Monday 28th July. 12:47 p.m. Office/Nursery. Very hot. Teddy is in the front garden next door. He’s wearing a pull-up nappy and a white T-shirt with a cartoon ice cream on the front. He doesn’t have any shoes on. There is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles. The gate is shut, the small lever on the latch in place.
Explore
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Focus
Explore
Strategy: Read Between the Lines
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
Be a detective and look for clues!
Teach
Let me show you
Reveal Text Marks
Outside, a sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of water, grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Mr Charles’s back garden.
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
Reveal Explainer
The paddling pool suggests a warm summer day but its sagging shape and murky water imply that it has been left out for several days. This detail hints at a prolonged heatwave.
Teach
From: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Stop
What else could you use to answer today's question(s)?
Teach
Your Turn
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
B) How does the author show a theme of neglect or carelessness?
Find the answers
Text mark
Explore
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence - Mum’s empty lounger crisped in the baking sun - that bright, his sunburned feet - scorching day
described as hot as an oven/burning
A) How does the author’s words or phrases create a vivid image of the weather?
Text Mark Evidence Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled
so hot plants are dying
Text Mark Evidence very hot
the weather was noteworthy
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Practise & Apply
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence - Casey and Teddy were nowhere to be seen - our garden was also deserted - there is no sign of Casey or Mr Charles - he (Teddy) looked around for someone to tell…but nobody came
no adults are around/Teddy is unsupervised
B) How does the author show a theme of neglect or carelessness?
Text Mark Evidence - (Teddy) caught his forearm on a thorn - I thought he was going to go and get Mr Charles, but instead he just…inspected the cut on his arm, dabbing at it with the blanket - there was a tiny trickle of blood running down his arm
Teddy gets hurt but no one helps
Text Mark Evidence Dad’s runner bean wigwams were all dark and shrivelled
plants were not cared for
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Text Mark Evidence his (Teddy’s) sunburned feet
lack of protection from the sun
Teddy disappears
Text Mark Evidence Teddy Dawson went missing
Practise & Apply
Quiz Time
Start
Picture Me
Which image is the best match for ‘lever’?
True or False?
A sagging blue paddling pool, filled with a summer soup of grass and dead flies, sat in the middle of Matthew’s garden.
True
False
Match Me
Match each word to its correct definition:
4 ecstatic
1 shrivelled
3 trickle
2 crumpled
A dribble
B dry and wrinkled
C joyful or delighted
D crushed or scrunched
Click if correct
Check
Tick Me
Click here to reveal a paragraph from the text...
What does the author mean by calling Matthew the Goldfish Boy?
Tick one
A Matthew has a pet goldfish in his room.
B Teddy saw a goldfish in Mr Charles’s pond.
Check
C Matthew is a fast swimmer, like a fish in water.
Click if correct
D Matthew watches the world from behind a window, like a goldfish in a bowl.
Feedback: Who did what well?
FindRead Talk
EchoRead
ChoralRead
ReadingStrategy
Answers & Text Marks
Other...
To be a book lover, you could...
think about your life.
Reveal
Connect the story to your own experiences.
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: Goldfish Boy by Lisa Thompson © 2017 Schools must purchase the original text for full content.
He turned and pointed a chubby arm at my window as he gasped: “Fishy!” I watched him bounce up and down, clearly ecstatic that he’d spotted the Goldfish Boy all on his own. He looked around for someone to tell. “Fishy, Casey! Look! Fishy! Granda!”