This is what one of the nine year olds wrote:
'Mrs Pollard was walking down the stairs when she tripped flat on her face. It didn't hurt.
She carried on until the door swung open by the wind and hit her in the face. She fell to the floor in agony.
Holding her head in her hands, she screamed at the top of her voice to let the world know she was hurt.
Mr Pollard came running in to see if she was all right.
He was scared to death! "You're not going to school today," he said.
"Well, if I'm not going to school, I might as well have a party," replied Mrs Pollard.'
Some of the other suggestions involved ogres, a visit to Club Penguin (internet chat site for under 11s!) and my deciding not to go to school in favour of consuming large quantities of pizza and drinking umpteen gin and tonics!