Moehuri

A long time ago, on a clear starry night, there was a chief that bravely
sailed across the Pacific ocean from Hawaiki. The water was as calm
as a gentle  waterfall. Later that night, Moehuri saw land over the
horizon. Meanwhile, Moehuri started to chant a karakia. Before very
long, a shark - but no ordinary one, came and guided him safely into
the harbour.  Sometime later, Moehuri said ‘‘I will call this place
Mangonui because of this mighty shark. She is our kaitiaki.’’

Before very long, Moehuri and his many children were happily living
on Rangikapiti Pa. They could smell the fresh salty sea. They
cropped kumara and built huts to live in. All night, they heard the
waves crashing against the coast. Months later, Moehuri and his
children agreed to sink the waka, Ruakaramea.

The Airport Terminal

One rainy dull night, I heard Mum and Dad clomping down the stairs
at midnight. It was time to drive down to Auckland Airport. We were
getting ready to fly down to Dunedin.

A few hours later, we were waiting for our airplane to arrive. However,
Dad heard an announcement that our plane had been delayed.  
Mum, Dad, Josie and I were waited around the airport for what felt like
ages. Before long, we were all feeling really bored. First, we  headed
towards Paper Plus and we looked at all the TY Beanie Boo teddy
collection. Next, we ate some chocolate from the cafe. After that, we
talked about what we were going to do at Kaka Point in South Dunedin.

Finally, Mum said it was time to board the plane.  Josie and I lined up
to stroll into the plane. Even though we were tired, we were relieved
that the fuss was finally over.