One night in the holidays when me and my family were having dinner someone had to do the dishes for the night “not me” said my brothers and sisters,”me I will do It”. I said I knew that if someone didn’t do the dishes my mum and dad would be angry. Someone had to keep the peace.
There were so many plates I had to do it was like a endless wave I told my brothers that I want to do the drying but it was to late now I said to my brothers “I rather sleep with 10 elephants or swim with 20 hungry sharks”!!!
It was like I was trapped in a cage with dirty plates and cups,the only way out was to wash them all. I” want to dry” I said in a bit of a scream in my head. After a few minutes It was getting so boring . I looked outside I saw a dog running across the street . I wish I escaped liked him .
As I was washing the dishes I turned around and saw a little more plates and cups to do untiled to I was finished, yes yes yes I said all over again and again.
Once I was finished washing the dishes it was 9:00 p.m. “No more plates or cups to do” I said.
I got to school ready to learn but then every thing changed when Mr Burt said “ the cross country is today”. ”The race is today” I told my self in a panic. It was stink because I did not get my note, I had plan to tell mum to give a sick note to get me out of this but it was to late now.
Once we got out side it was getting cold and chilly, I was feeling a bit nervous and scared. Mr Burt had changed the rules,that the 11 year old boys were running next, I knew that the 10 year boys will run after the 11 year old boys.
Oh no the race is going to started right now, “10 year boys please step up your race is now” Mr Burt said,”you have got to be kidding me I told myself in a very scared voice. BANG!!! I heard,the race has started. Of we go. Once we past the gate I started tom feel lethargic,but I still managed to pass a lot of people,I was about to throw up when we past the gold post . Then all of a sudden I started to feel tired it was so bad that I wanted to quit. We were half way finished when all of my energy had drained out of me into the distance. The time I saw the finished when I was from one quarter.
I felt in impatient because the finish line was line still far away from where I was running from.
Once I was near the finish line I spurted all the way,”it is finally over”.I told myself in a relieved voice.Once the race was over, I was so happy that we have to do the cross country for another 365 days.
A kiwi is about the size of a domestic chicken or a rugby ball.
The well known Great Spotted Kiwi is about 45cm long, tall, and it is the biggest.
The smallest kiwi is smaller that a rugby ball, and it is called the Little Spotted Kiwi. It makes me want to know how long they are going to live.
Well I suppose you wouldn’t exactly call kiwis beautiful at all. Their
plumage is rough, dull and it is stiff like dog hair,and not psychedelic or bright.
Most people think that kiwis don’t have any wings. But if you tuck your hand under the feathers, you will find a small wing that is tiny like a pinky finger. At the bottom there will be a claw.
There is one thing that these birds excel at - kiwis have very muscular, invincible legs. They look a bit like Islander legs, and they can out run a human in a race. Their legs are very strong for running, making burrows and fighting.
Kiwis only fight with their mighty legs to protect themselves from enemies. Their predators include weasels, stoats, cats and dogs. But the most feared is the feared stoat.
There you have it.
How could you possibly resist a chicken-sized, rugby ball, strong running sharp shooter with legs like Richie McCaw.
If Kiwis are not cool then I don”t know what is.
