Friday, 28 September 2012

Nui's Taniwha.

The fierce, scary, orange Taniwha was swimming in the blue moana.  Popping up out of the sea he looked around at the green, foggy mountain, trying to find his next meal. 
“Stewed warriors would be nice,” he thought to himself.  Just then, an eel went squiggling in the cold, icy water.  The Taniwha swam quickly in a flash, over to the eel.  He grabbed it with his blade like claws.  He gobbled it up until there was nothing left of it.  He swam away in the shining, sparkly water. 
By Te Rongonui.

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