2023學(xué)年完整公開課版外研版英語(yǔ)Module2Period4Writingafantasystory

外研版必修四Module2FantasyLiteraturePartOne教學(xué)設(shè)計(jì)PhilipPullmanTeachingDesign第一部分Period4:WritingafantasystoryGoalsTolearntowriteafantasystoryinEnglishProcedures▇LearninghowtowriteabestsellingfantasystoryTobeginwithletushaveadiscussiononhowtowriteabestsellingfantasystory.Ithinkthefollowingtentipsareimportant.1.Createamaincharacter.2.CreateaQuest.3.CreateaMotleyBunchofCompanions.4.CreateaWisebutUselessGuide.5.CreatetheLand6.CreatetheEnemy7.Makeitlong.8.Skipthehardparts.9.Leaduptoacataclysmicbattle.10.Killalmosteverybody.■WritingyourownfantasystoriesTheSwampbyShoshanaLeffler,age11,BronxFlyinginandoutoftheclouds,ablackhawkcirclestheswamp.Hedoesn’tmakeasound,butridesthecurrentslikeakingsilentlysurveyinghisland.Ituckmycoatcloseraroundme.Thehawkisstillfreshinmymind.Heseemstobescrutinizingmeandwatchingmyeverymove.Hisblackbodystandsoutagainstthesky.Butwhenhegoesawaythecolorintheskyalsochangestoadarkershade.Nowthatheisgoneeverythingisquiet.ButIknowitwillnotbethatwayforlong.It’sverystillwhereIsit,attheedgeoftheswamponarottinglog.Thelogisroughandjaggedwheretheridgesrunonthegraybark.Empty-lookingtangledbranchesofahemlockseemtoformacrisscrosspattern.Inbetweenthebranchesgrowdryleaninggrasses.ThedelicatebrancheslooklikesnowflakesandIthinkofwintercomingtotheswamp.Nearmehay-scentedfernsareturningyellowandbrown.Theydrooplowerandlowertowardtheground,waitingforthedaywhentheywillliefallenunderhardiceandsnow.Thatdaywillcome,butfornowIrubmyhandsonthesoftleaves.Theyleaveasummersmellonmyhands,asmelloffreshnessandwarmth.Tinywhiteandbrownmushroomsgrowinpatchesintheshade.Thesedwarf-sizedmushroomswithroundheadsseemtobehidinganendlesssecret.Theykeepmedeepinthought.AllofasuddenIhear:K-knock-knock-knockEh-hehEh!(loudly)Uh-UhE-E-ETheswamphaswokenup.WhenIturntofindmorebirds,theyalldisappear.Theyalwaysseemtoberightbehindme,butwheneverIturntolooktheyaregone.RightandleftIturn,upanddown,butinvain.Therearenobirds.ThenIseeablurofcolorflashingintotheswamp.Tworoundbirdsflyrightbyme,spreadingtheirlittleblackwingsandsquawkingachildishsquawk.Iseethemdisappearintothebrownish-greenrusheswhichgrowlongandcurlattheirends.Whataretheysobusydoing?Iheadquicklyintotheswamp,followingmysquawkingcompanions.Itakeastepintotheswamp,butIcantakenomorebecausewaterslopsintomyhikingboots.ThebirdsarelosttomewhileIstandstuck,movingslowlyabout.Ireachup,spreadmyarmsandlookabroad.ThenItrudgebacktothelog,sullenandquiet.Isitdownandleanintothepricklybushes.Eh-hehEh!Eh-heh-hehEh!Eh!Iclosemyeyesanddream.Uh-UhUh-UhIrubmycheekagainstsmoothfeathers.Agreatsensationgoesthroughme.ItfeelsliketheYo-Yorideattheamusementpark,excitingandthrilling.Iholdontighttothewarmfeatherybody.Thesunisshiningonmyback.Uphereitdoesn’tfeelsocold,althoughthewindwhipsatmyhair.WithasatisfiedbreathIopenmyeyesandscream.Wearewhirlingtowardthegroundatafantasticspeed.Colorsarespinningaroundme,rustyreds,deepblues,yellows,purplesandgreens.Thenwecometoastoponthesoggygroundoftheswamp.AmIdreaming?Nowthebirdsaresearchingforfood.Upclosetheylooksodifferent.Thefatonehasalreadyshakenmeoff.Hehaslittlebeadyeyesthesizeofpebbles.Hisfeathersseemtobepoppingoutashewalkswithhisheadintheair.Thesmalleroneisplumpbutwalkslightlylikeachild.Theyareignoringme.Theyaretalkingaboutfood.Deepintheswampliesaholewhereblueberriesarecollected.Theystaythereallwinter,waitingforwhenthebirdswillreturnandeat.Justthenafatcricketstrutsby.E-E-E“Him!”squawksthefatbird,glaringwithhisbeadyeyes.“Hemadeusstarvelastyear.”“Thesnowwasfallingwhiteandsoftandmybellywasn’tfull,”addsthesmallerone.“Irememberthetasteofhunger,”theysquawkandchirpandyell.“Myproudfeathersfellout,”thefatoneremarks,rubbinghisbelly.“Itwasawfullycoldtoo.Abitterwind...”Inoticehowawfulthebirdssmell,howtheirfeathersarefallingoutandhowslowlytheywalk.IfeelliketheYo-Yoridehassqueakedtoastop,andwhenIreachintomypocketInoticethatthereisnomoremoneyleft.K-knockknockknockE-E-EIwakeup.Iseethereddish-greenblueberrybushes.Theovalleavesgrowinaspiral.InbetweentheleavesIcatchthedeepbluesky.Patc