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I am a wizened, aboriginal man. I have a flash of white teeth, a jolly black face which is screwed up and wrinkled  like an old boot. I understand the meaning of any tiny or big footprint of any creature on the beach. I cannot see much anymore but I am an Investigator of nature.

                                    My name is ……………………………………….Fingerbone Bill

I am a young boy who loves being in storms. I am afraid of nothing because I have lived at the beach all my life and it is peaceful. I live in a humpy on the Coorong beach between the Murray River and the sea. My father is called Hideaway Tom and his friend is Fingerbone Bill. Our environment provides our food and we look after it too, so that the birds, animals and humans can live together peacefully.

                                                             My name is …………………………………….Storm boy                          

Yesterday after morning tea we had a  Ki O Rahi Tournament that was held on our field. I was so excited that I quickly got my PE clothes from my room and changed during morning tea. We had to wear our house colours and the houses are Kauri, Totara, Rata and Rimu and  I was in Rimu. When I was playing  it was so fun because I was running so fast that I nearly scored a try. We switched teams every game.

In the last game for Rimu I was playing and we sadly lost because they scored so many points I lost track. When the games ended the coaches counted up the points and they found that Kauri was first, Rata second and Totara third and Rimu fourth.

Then  coach Trey brought out a fake 100 dollar monopoly note and gave it to Kauri and Kauri was cheering. I had so much fun that I really want to play more games but we sadly couldn’t. One of my friends, Pio said thank you to the coaches for teaching us Kia O Rahi and refereeing. I enjoyed it so much that I cannot wait until next year when we play in another Kia  O Rahi tournament.

Today we had a visitor which was Mrs Grant and she was going to be teaching us how to put a screen-cast in to your  blog. It was hard at first but luckily we got through it all.I can not wait till people see my video about Pelicans.

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ANZAC Biscuits

Last Thursday after lunch time  we were going to be having a treat which was an ANZAC biscuit that Mrs Agnew bought for us, but it wasn’t for us just to eat it but also for us to describe what they look like and what the history of them are. Part of the history was that during world war 1 in 1915 women baked ANZAC biscuits because they could last a long time on the boats getting to the men in the war who were fighting for our freedom.  ANZAC means Australia New Zealand Army Corp. When I looked at the ANZAC biscuit it looked like a Frisbee that someone could just throw into my mouth. Once I got the biscuit I was quite afraid that I would spit it out but when I tasted it my mouth just died. It was so delicious I could eat it for a whole year. I loved the texture of the ANZAC biscuit and I cannot wait until next year to hopefully taste another one of those amazing biscuits.

On Friday morning St Patrick’s School gathered for our mass for St Patrick’s Day. Our school was singing a few songs that we had been practising for quite a while. After mass we were excited to dig up a time capsule that had been buried in front of the church for 25 years. Nobody knew what was inside it, except for the people who buried it.

Inside the box there were really old and dirty photos and newspapers from the day. When we finished looking at the old photos and newspapers the whole of St Patrick’s was about to go to the morning tea in the hall but Mrs George told us “ go back to school”!! 

When we arrived back at school we had all forgotten that we had sports that day. We were all under the canopy waiting for the teachers. Mrs Bullot had these cards for our teams and my team was winning nearly everything. My team was called Shamrocks and after all the games we had delicious, cold ice blocks for all our hard playing. When Mrs Bullot asked if people wanted to see the results of who had won, everyone (I don’t know why) said ‘no’ so no one except the teachers knew who won.

On Sunday when I entered the church, I looked at all the seats and they were packed with families  and when I looked over at the St Patrick’s side, there were more kids than I expected. The mass took a while because there was a really long entrance talk, when they were sharing history about St Patrick’s and some words in Maori.

After Mass St Patrick’s community went to the hall to go dance and sing some songs.When we started dancing it was so loud. We were stomping and dancing very very loudly. Then we started singing Mo Maria and May the road rise to meet you. Sadly, after that I had to go, but hopefully I’ll be around in twenty five years time to celebrate again.