Seven kites

Long before PS4, there were Seven sisters that lived in a whare (house) in a pa (village) in Heretaunga (Hastings) , Aotearoa.The whare was small but not bad it was cozy and warm. The seven sisters loved playing out in the opan where the shimmering sky like river comes and goes.

One sunny warm day in autumn, the Seven sisters were getting ready to celebrate Matariki They passed the tradition down from grandparents to parents down to children, they were doing what they have done for years making kites.

The oldest sister made a big kite out of shimmering green paper for her kite with the eyes of shining tuatua shells. The weirdest sister made a kite out of glowing orange kite with eyes of mussel shells. Another sister made a pink shinny manuka kite eyes with a scallop shells. One pretty sister made a blood red feather kite With eyes of pipi shell.

Fifth sister made a fish skin kite with eyes of whelk shells.

The eldest sister made a while-grass plumed kite, with eyes of periwinkle shells. The youngest kite was made from Ururangi the youngest made a rainbow kite with eyes of paua shells.

The Seven sisters started to walk over the stream where the bubbles drift down like the lasy river and like flowing blue sky.

They past trees with lanterns until they came to grandfather Totara “where is all the wind?” said the Eldest little sister but nobody answered. One by one they drifted off to sleep, Seven minutes later they were all asleep, They did not wake to see the wind bursting its bubble over the village and grandfather Totara but as little Ururangi slept she sore saw her kite fly all the way to space and turn into a star. Ururangi awoke and to her surprise she saw all the kites flying up to turn into stars but where was her kite? After The six sisters went back home but Ururangi stayed because she wanted to see her kite. After one month she finally sore six stars in the sky, But where was Ururangi’s  kite?

By Pippa              

What challenged me was while making my story I had to use my muscles and go back and change sentences so they make scene.  I changed my sentence starters to.                                                       

What am I proud of my work because I use my revising muscles and went back to make it better and better.

What did I do to make my writing better I used the thesaurus to change words to get better. I also used my thinking muscles to add more detail to make seance and make a better story.