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The Storm

The storm is a herd of raging hippos.

Trampling,Reckless and Destructive.

It moves like a cheetah speedly and deadly.

It is see through like glass but it is gray as gray can bee the light is like the suns rays.

It loud nose is ear-piercing screams rustling the trees and and destroying towns.

The storm destroys towns and cities like us breaking a twig with two fingers pulling out trees like their roots in the ground.

After the storm the landscape looks like muddy field after a giant pig has ran over it.

It is mad and fearsome it will stop for no one.                

Mad angry and raging. 

Dangerous wild and furious.  

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Right Place Right Time

Kia Ora blog readers!

In room 3 we have been learning to stay at the right place at the right time.This is because some people have been going onto the web-set's that they went on the set they were not mean to be on.I have not finish.

I am a Kiwi

I am a Kiwi

I am a kiwi

I wonder what the sun looks like when I am not in burrow.

I hear little grubs wriggling in a rotten tree.

I see the moon shining brightly in the night sky.

I want a nice juicy fruit for breakfast.

I am a kiwi.

I pretend to fly high in the sky when I'm sleeping.

I feel the cold breeze rustle my feathers.

I touch rotten logs to get my food.

I worry when my egg hatches it will be in danger.

I cry when there's only a little population of Kiwis left.

I am a sad kiwi.

I understand that we're going extinct.

I say get rid of wild cats so Kiwi stay live.

I dream to be flying up in the sky with all the other birds.

I tried to think happy thoughts when I see you.

I hope Kiwis don't go extinct like the moa.

I am an alive Kiwi.