I) Hi Michael can i ask you some questions about your book war horse?

M) Yes sure!

I) Which do you regard as the best book you have written?

M) Who knows? you are better judge on that. It would be War Horse or Farm boy

I) Before you wrote War Horse did you have any contact with horses in your life?

M) Yes. I rode a bit, and i was very good at falling of. Claire, my wife, and my daughter Ros love riding.

I) What made you write a stroy about horses?

M) I was facinated by the realationship, the trust and affection i saw between people and horses.

I) How did you research before writing War Horse?

M) I would never have written War Horse if i had not met three men in my village who had been to war, they were my greatest sources for research.

I) How did you feel when you saw Joey on stage for the fist time?

M) Amazed as was everyone else that a creature so obviously made had somehow been filled with life. Like everybody else i found Joey has a different sort of life from a real horse.

Well kids now i am going to tell you my story, the story of how i got here. I was a little lion and some people, i don’t know why, put me in a box . I was there hours hearing strange noises and suddenly the box started moving. Then i realized, that i had been sold. I was afraid because i didn’t know where they were taking me. A little time later a blond and tall man opened the box and took me out of there.

I was raised by the blond man and another man. We were a family, i really loved them because they always gave me love. Years passed and i got bigger and bigger and the garden was at that moment to small for me, so they took me to a bigger place where another people would take care of me. I was really sad because i had to leave them but i was also very exited because the place thet took me was amazing!

One year later, i was very happy, i was the head of the lions! I was resting and suddenly i heard a familiar voices. I wanted to knew who was calling me, and i recognized them, they were my family.I ran and i gave both a hug.

Time went through and they were going to take me to Africa because i was too big for that place, as it happened before. The first thing i saw when i arrieved was an enormous place with a lot o lions. My old family came to visit me but i was interesting in other things and i have my new family.

First writing:

Dear son:

You are 13 now! And that’s great! You start going to parties and to have new friends. Talking about friends, i want you to know that there are two types of friends, the good ones and the bad ones. The good ones are the type of friends that are always there, that make you laugh, that meke you feel comfortable. And the bad ones are the types of friends that are only with you for convinience or to boder you or simply they don’t care about you.

I know this because i have passed through it and luckily i had very good friends because i learned how to choose. And i want you to choose the good friends, the friends that love you and care about you. So please choose the ones who really love you and care about you.

Second Writing

I know my best friends since we were 5 years old and we have always been best friends. We shared tougther, summers. school, weekends, etc.

She us very pretty! She is very tall, thin, intelligent, good friend, respectful, honest, generous, lovely and she is always there to help.What i really love of our relationship is how much we trust each other and the things we have in common, like the same clothes, series, the things we eat, the things we talk about, songs, famous people, etc.

What i appriciate the most about her is her honesty and her intelligence. If you have any problem she will always there to help you.