The Lus
The Bucktins
The Jones'
The Wisharts
We rolled out some newsprint, lay on the ground and took tracings around bodies. Each body tracing was a different character, and each group added in quotes within the body and paraphrased and summarised information around the outside of the body. The results were great, but don't translate well to photographs.
Then we went further down the tactile learning path and had a playdoh day, identifying key scenes of conflict in the novel, and recreating them.
- Something is happening outside of Jeffreys house. My brick sinks and I gasp. I see four men destroying An Lu’s garden, Headlit ny their own use. It doesn't seem real through this glass. =0They pull at his flowers, hus small shrubs, uprooting everything throwing the heavier stuff at the house. I’m afraid: more so when the veranda light comes on and An Lu steps outside.
- “It’s not like we don’t know who y’are, James Trent! You’re a bloody disgrace! I know your mother! You should all be ashamed of yerselves!”
- Don’t it now? You big sack of shit. Listen to yerself. Jesus He’s a red! Fucking! Rat!”
- “Charlie, get him [Jeffrey] inside.”
- “Mrs Lu is screaming. She's holding Jeffrey back; he is slapping at her grip, but she's got him firm.”
- “It’s not his fault you pissed away your job, you worthless bastard. It's got nuthin to do with him.”
