PACT and text/type forms Question 3.

Write out into 2 different text type/forms from the nursery rhyme :
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up got Jack, and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper.

Recount:
That day, just five days ago, was the very fateful day Jack and I fell down the hill. On that unfortunate morning, it so happened to be that our water supply was cut off. Jack and I went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. As it was very boring, we decided to play a game of 'tag'. As we were playing, cheerfully, Jack did not see the huge rock jutting out from the ground. He tripped over the rock and tumbled down the hill. Unfortunately, I fell along with him too!

 We fell down the rocky hill till we slammed on the bottom. We had injuries, abrasions and cuts all over. But Jack's injuries were much more serious than mine. He had a deep gash on his head! I called for our parents, and they brought him home immediately. They wrapped his head with brown paper soaked in vinegar to stop the bleeding and kill any germs.

Narrative:
I could barely see anything as the brown paper wrapped over my head.; yet all I could see was total darkness. I mumbled" Am I going to be okay?". I remembered the water supply being cut off. Jill and I then went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. As mischievous as we were, we started to play a game of tag. Little did we know the dire consequences it bore. Just when I was running from Jill, I tripped over a big rock at the top of the hill, and before I could attain control of my body, imbalance got the better of me.

I just couldn't stop myself from tumbling and rolling down. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, and significantly, blood as well. When I got to the bottom, I looked at Jill. She seemed very worried and tears started to well up in my eyes uncontrollably. " Are you okay brother!" Jill wept, as she went to get our parents. And before I knew it, my parents brought me home, and wrapped my head with brown paper soaked in vinegar.

" I'm sorry Jill" I mumbled. I have learnt to think twice before acting; lest the consequences haunt forever.