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How Mr. Mitchell lost his hair…

In Literacy, we have been looking in detail at explanation texts. In preparation for their writing task on Friday, they will be presented with the the question:

How did Mr. Mitchell lose his hair?

If you are reading this, please could you spare a minute to suggest a brief reason explaining how I could have lost my hair?

On Thursday, we will show our Year 6s these and allow some preparation time. On Friday, they will be asked to write their explanation, although possibly very funny, they will need to keep their writing formal!

Thanks for your help! Please either leave a comment or reply on Twitter using #mrmitchellslosthair

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  1. Miss Lotriet
    November 3, 2010 at 5:30 pm #

    Mr Mitchell could have lost his hair by using the wrong ‘shampoo’. He might have been very sleepy one morning and not thinking about what he was doing. Instead of reaching for his shampoo in the shower, he could have mistakenly reached for the bleach bathroom cleaner, which would promptly cause all his hair to fall out!

  2. Lynda Dixon
    November 3, 2010 at 5:56 pm #

    One Friday night, returning late from school, Mr Mitchell saw a bright light in the sky so stopped his car. He got out to see what it was and realised it was a UFO! He was so shocked! A beam of light came down and he felt very strange so shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he was inside the UFO. It seemed like forever as they checked him out all over to see what he was made of. Eventually, he found he was standing by his car again. He looked at his watch to find it was still the same time as when he had got out of the car. He felt chilly so got back into the car and rushed home. As he opened the front door, Mrs Mitchell came out to greet him. Then, to his surprise she started to shout ‘What has happened to your hair?’ He glanced into the hall mirror to discover that the aliens had taken his hair! It never grew again…

  3. Dawn Hallybone
    November 3, 2010 at 6:35 pm #

    One night, the weary Mr Mtchell found himself in a strange town, in a strange house and in a strange bed. He was grateful for the bed as he was a long way from home and was exhausted after a busy day. However, peering at him over the bed was a horses head – a peculiar looking beast. Mr Mitchell was feeling brave and was not but off by this strange beast and slept a peaceful sleep. The next morning, events took an unusual turn – on looking in the mirror – Mr Mitchell found his hair had gone! He let out a strangled gasp and turned to look at the horse, whose mane seemed to be fuller and more shinier than the night before. Surely not, he thought to himself………..

  4. Rachel Orr
    November 3, 2010 at 8:18 pm #

    Once upon a time there was a young chap, called Mr Mitchell, who loved inventing, investigating, exploring. Every day he would think of some hair-brained scheme. Combing the internet he would search for ideas and useful tools and skills to improve his investigations and experiments. Today Mr Mitchell is heir to a great fortune having invented a perm-anent cure for baldness! Unfortunately, there is a tale of woe to tell. So brush away the tears, dry those eyes and read on to discover how Mr Mitchell’s fortune came at great cost. Mr Mitchell’s friend, Bob, had very short hair and it was bleach blond. Bob had always had a fine head of hair. During the 1960’s he had braided his long flowing locks and always thought his style was cutting edge. Moving on through the 70s and 80s Bob found that it was becoming increasingly more difficult to wash and go with such a long hairstyle that he decided to tackle the problem. Luckily, the thought of losing his fine swishing locks was not such a dread – ful feeling after all. Taking scissors in hand he began to snip, chop and cut away at his hair. Having recently built an extension to the kitchen he proceeded to carry on there where the hair would soon be vacuumed away. Finally Bob was satisfied with his new layered look. Delving into the cupboard to find a long lost tub of gel, he scooped out a large handful and proceeded to add volume and height to his flyaway style. It wasn’t long before he was sporting his new coiffed style making Mr Mitchell feel quite envious of his modern cut. A few days later Mr Mitchell decided he was long overdue for a new look and, as he had quizzed Bob about his new hairdo, he proceeded to attack his own hair in the same fashion. Unbeknown to Mr Mitchell, the tub of gel he had borrowed from Bob was in fact hair removal cream. The more he rubbed the ‘gel’ into his curls, the greater the handfuls that came away caught between his fingers. It turned out to be quite a hair-raising experience. This sad tale of woe does have a successful ending. Endeavouring to ensure no-one should dread losing their locks, Mr Mitchell waved aside the tears, rinsed his eyes of the salt and set about developing a cure for baldness. Mr Mitchell now stands head and shoulders above the rest. His rival competitor Dan Druff, who invented Brill Cream, a product to rid the world of headlice, is still trying to steal Mr Mitchell’s ‘Lock ‘em Dread’ formula.

  5. Ideas_factory
    November 3, 2010 at 8:23 pm #

    A long, long time ago Mr Mitchell was called David, an even longer time before that, he was known as ‘Mitchelligan the Slayer’. Mitchelligan the Slayer roamed the land destroying Dragons that flew around the Land of Mayagern. He was a muscle-bound warrior, who was proud of his flowing locks and his reputation as the Slayer of Beasts.

    There was one dragon that evaded Mitchelligan’s razor-sharp, shiny sword of justice. Spencerattagon terrified the villages and towns of Mayagern to such an extent that there was a bounty of 10,000 jangs for the dragon’s death. So far Mitchelligan had never tracked down the fearsome beast and the dragon had always avoided capture.

    But one day the paths of the these two giants of the ancient world did cross and the legend of this meeting lives long in the memory……

  6. Tim Rylands
    November 3, 2010 at 10:26 pm #

    Mr Mitchell has still got lots of hair. Fire red, long and flowing. He brushes it every morning. He just keeps forgetting to take it with him to school!
    Like me, Mr Mitchell could also be named Baldylocks and the three hairs. 🙂

  7. Fred Boss
    November 4, 2010 at 9:47 pm #

    In fact, Mr. Mitchell did not loose his hair. He never actually had any hair to begin with. Instead, he had trained some very small hairy caterpillars to sit in formation on his head. At times he would appear to have a side-parting, on other days it appeared close-cropped. One bad winter it even became a receding hairline (due to the caterpillars on the outer edges succumbing to the cold). It has since been discovered that Mr. Mitchell’s love of 1970’s disco music now has him training very hairy chinchillas in order to achieve that much wanted ‘fro.

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