Tuesday, 12 June 2018

matariki story

Once long ago in a beautiful valley there lived seven sister how were making kites for harvest. The first sister made a green kite from the harakeke bush. The second sister made a orange kite  raupo bush. The third sister made a pink kite from the manuka tree. The fourth sister made a red kite from the puriri tree. The fifth sister made a blue kite the color of the river. The sixth sister made a white kite from the toetoe bush. The seventh and smallest sister made a colourful kite. Her name was Matariki. The seven sister went to the top of a hill to fly the kites. Sadly,there was no wind so the sisters tied there kites to the puriri tree and they went to sleep. During the night the wind blew and the kites blew away. The sisters woke to the sound of crying-it was Matariki. Where is our kites!! As the sisters shouted. Up in the sky the kites flew among the stars. Oh no! Our kites are gone said the sisters. The sisters looked everywhere for there kites. The sister were so pleased to see their kites shining brighter than the stars. The end

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