Cree

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**//__The Bad Luck Curse. __//**
 //Now it was an average Friday morning and Roma and her brother were sent to collect some fresh water from the village stream. On their way, Roma caught up her best friend, Kika who had her 4-year-old sister, Nai, with her. Kika saw Roma approaching and they had a little chat on the way to the stream. Pate was already there, waiting for the girls to come. “Hurry up Roma!” shouted Pate. The girls quickly ran. Roma was first. Tagging along behind her was Kika with Nai. Pate and Roma quickly filled up their jug with water. “Bye Kika, I have to go or Nan will go crazy.” Said Roma and off she went with her big brother. “Bye, Roma.” Replied Kika as she just ran off “Bye bye” repeated Nai. While the two siblings were walking back, a strange shadow appeared. When Pate turned around, nobody was there. Again it reappeared but nobody was there when Roma turned around. They carried on walking. They were almost there until…a crazy, old man jumped out at them from a bush yelling “Beware! Bad luck will be upon the village” Roma and Pate ran to their hut huffing and puffing. “Whoa! What was that all about?” exclaimed Roma. “I don’t know but that was really creepy, if you ask me,” requested Pate. Their Nan had made them dinner. She asked them about their day and how she grateful of them collecting her water for her. After that the two Children went to sleep. “Do you think that crazy man was right about bad luck falling on the village?” said Roma. “Nah, he’s probably been hit one to many times in the head with a coconut.” Said Pate. The next morning the children walked back to collect another jug of water. Kika was walking back from the stream with Nai. Again the girls chatted. Pate walked straight past the girls so they could get the water and go straight back home. Roma told Kika about the happenings yesterday and told her to be careful. Once they left for home, Nan poured herself a drink. “UHK! What is in this water?” questioned Nan. “We went to the stream like always, Nan.” Said Roma. “It’s salty, go get some more.” Ordered Nan angrily. So Roma and Pate left for the stream once more. Once they reached the stream hey found there was no water. It had all dried up. Pate became worried. “Maybe that crazy man was right, Bad luck IS upon us.” He said. “Well I’m going to get to the bottom of this.” Said Roma. Once they reached home they tried to tell Nan but she was asleep. So they packed some bananas, coconuts and bread. As they walked out to their canoe and set sail… “Can I join you?” cried Kika. “Sure hop in.,” her best friend answered. Off they sailed. They were out in the Pacific Ocean eating a couple bananas and pieces of bread, leaving the coconuts for later. “Wait, I’m sure I have a few extra pineapples and some bread”. Kika remembered but once she opened her bag she spotted… Nai! Eating the bread. “What are you doing here?’ her big sister asked. “Nothing. I’m not even here.” Nai lied. “Well we can’t go back” And they carried on sailing Back on the island everyone was starting to get worried for the Kids. Nan was crying and mourning for her lost grand children. Search parties were sent.// //Meanwhile, back on the boat a problem struck. The food was gone!!! They panicked but didn’t give up. They faintflully saw an island in the horizon. When they arrived they were relieved to see coconuts, mangoes, bananas, pineapples and papayas. They stayed there that night, thinking of their families. The nest morning the girls quickly grabbed as much fruit as they could carry then set sail. Unfortunately a canoe of villagers caught them and took the children home. When they reached the island, Roma remembered to herself what the old man said. She decided to go find him. He was sitting under a palm tree singing to himself “You can help!” yelled Roma running towards him. “ You just have to say good luck is upon the village and everything will be back to normal.”// //So he did after a few persuasions and in the end everything was back to normal and Roma was a hero. Everyone in the village Te Kahi lived happily ever after.

__Moral:__ No matter how hard you try keep going and don’t give up because you’ll get there in the end.//

Also we have learnt about different styles of poetry.

//Courage.// //Courage is the colour purple. It tastes like fresh grapes picked from the vine, with maximum flavour. It smells like the faint fruity sensation of a scented-pen, you would've recieved as a present. It sounds like a crowd cheering you on for your excellent achievement. It feels like an adrenaline rush when your playing an exciting game of netball. Courage is a mixed feeling between bravery and confidence.//
 * Emotional Poems. **

//Timid.// //Timid is a gloomy,dark gray. It tastes like an expired tin of tuna or sardines. It smells like a carpet soaked from wet shoes, that've been out in the rain. It sounds like the spooky howl of werewovles in the night. It feels like eyes on painted portraits are starting and watching your every move. Timid is being easily frightened by one of your friends.//