P4 Model Composition

Recently, we worked on the composition of A dangerous Situation in my September Writing workshop and in my regular P4 class. This is one of my favourite stories. I really liked that the young writer was willing to take a risk and write from the viewpoint of a toddler. Its heartening to see that students can get excited about planning a plot and trying to write from different viewpoints.

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P4 model composition - a dangerous situation

When I was a toddler of about 14 months, I was caught in a dangerous situation and survived it. Until today, I can still remember what had happened that suspenseful afternoon.            

It was a Thursday afternoon. I was in my playpen, in front of the television watching my favourite episode of High Five. Mum was cooking soup for dinner, when she realised that she had run out of carrots. She quickly dashed out of the house to buy some without turning off the stove.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy, ” she called out to me cheerfully, “Don’t go near the stove, the fire is still switched on.”            

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew the curtains on the kitchen window. The curtains brushed against the flame. Soon, the end of the curtain was lit. The fire climbed higher in seconds and the kitchen was ablaze in minutes.            

I watched the events unfold in horror. Just like any other toddler, I wailed loudly when I felt the heat. After crying for five minutes, no one responded but by then the whole area was engulfed in thick black smoke. I started coughing badly, unable to breathe properly.  I instinctively knew that if I did not escape I would be in great danger. I climbed out of my playpen and took my first step. 

However, as soon as I let go of my cot, I fell. I bore with the pain and tried again. Finally, I did it!            

I then toddled unsteadily to the living room. With all my might, I pushed the front door open. I happily breathed in the fresh air. By then, the ambulance and fire fighters had arrived. One of them grabbed me and swung me into my crying mother’s arms. They then raced into the house at top speed and used the fire hose to put out the beginning inferno. The paramedics took me to the hospital to check for burns. Luckily, I was not injured.            

The next day, I was in the newspaper with the headline as “Fourteen month old baby escaped from a fire”. Mum regretted leaving me alone at home. She picked me up from the hospital and returned home. All the furniture that remained in the house was covered with black soot. The pot was dented out of shape. Mum took a week to clean up the whole house. Until this day, I am afraid of fire. Fortunately, I had escaped from the dangerous situation.