tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79161399856025059012024-03-14T13:09:49.802+13:00Auahatanga o OtahuhuMiss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-38078844278074524812011-09-15T20:12:00.001+12:002011-10-03T19:22:28.060+13:00Mix and mash part 3The following is the last entry to the Mix and Mash competition, by Sovereign in 9RG. He has mixed together a classic and new Mercedes to display change over time. Nice work Sovereign!<br />
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<span property="dct:title">Fletcher Street, Long Eaton</span> (<a href="http://www.geograph.org.uk/profile/17441" property="cc:attributionName" rel="cc:attributionURL">David Lally</a>) / <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/" rel="license">CC BY-SA 2.0</a><br />
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The cars he found by google image searching and changing the advanced preferences so only images that have no copyright were found. He discovered these cars in creative commons. Clever investigation! </div>
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<br />Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-45492844327029708952011-09-13T15:51:00.001+12:002011-09-13T15:51:39.743+12:00Mix and Mash Part 2Here is the next entry for the National Library's Mix and Mash competition. Created by Robbie in 9RG, it mixes together students from the past with students from the present at Otahuhu College. Below are the two photos taken at our school, and the final mixed result. Great stuff Paul!<br />
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<br />Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-43084242785560607172011-09-13T15:44:00.002+12:002011-09-13T15:52:41.908+12:00Mix and MashThis term our social studies enrichment class has been working hard on creating entries for the National Library mix and mash competition. We have focused on mixing photos, to incorporate the present and the past in one frame. The point of the competition is to use photos that are available in creative commons. Because we used some photos taken at our school, we will upload them here to make them free for anyone else to use as well. Below are some photos taken at Otahuhu College over the years, and some student's efforts to mix the past and present.<br />
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<br />Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-77297341812143911912011-08-22T16:21:00.001+12:002011-08-22T16:21:58.335+12:00Black Saturday, By Cynthia.<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "\(el&font BLOCK\)"; font-size: 36.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Saturday, 28<sup>th</sup> December 1929<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Afire; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning. I was standing by the waterfront in Apia; suddenly I saw a large group of men wearing white clothes marching towards the waterfront saying </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">‘</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Afire; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">PEACE</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">’</span><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Afire; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">. Then along came a group of armed police officers. The officers started to open fire at the men. All the police officers started to arrest the marchers as the marchers approached the police station, an officer fired a machine gun to deter the mob. As an experienced gunner he fired his gun over the heads of the crowd. But suddenly three other policemen fired their riffles at the crowd. The firing injured the prominent Samoan leader TUPUA TAMASESE<span> </span>LEALOFI III. It also killed seven other people in the crowd. It was a sad and tragic day for everybody in Samoa because the marchers didn</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">’</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Afire; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">t do anything wrong, they were just walking down the street saying </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">‘</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Afire; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">PEACE</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;">’</span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: Afire; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 191;"> to anybody they met. It was a sad and tragic day for all the Samoan people<o:p></o:p></span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-27245413266168410142011-08-22T15:59:00.002+12:002011-08-22T15:59:41.687+12:00Black Saturday, By Kristina.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Anonymous Samoan’s Journal of Black Saturday.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am a Samoan citizen living under the New Zealands authorities. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. My loved ones were murdered and I only have my brother left .<span> </span>Our Samoan Leader, Tupua Tamasese Lealofi was also tragically killed and he was majorly prized by the Samoan community.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yesterday, I was standing in the centre of the riot in Samoa Saturday, 28<sup>th</sup>, December, 1929. All I could hear was the horrendous screaming, moaning of the people being killed. Blood, everywhere. I was also one of the lucky survivors.<span> </span>The question is …. Why? Why did they shoot at us? Was it something we did? Was it something we said? It was because my fellow friends were wearing their cultural garments that represent who they were and what they stand for. They were all killed because of their pride that they had, the courage they brought upon us made us realise that we stand for something. That day, made everyone inspired by their bravery. <span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal">The day New Zealand took charge, everything went wrong. Despicable Rules were made amongst the Samoan public. I did not have enough power and back-up to fight against the New Zealand Government. They had weaponry that we could never fight off, prepared strategies and much more population of their soldiers.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It hurts to see my people under attack, under ridiculous rules that shouldn’t be brought upon us. These are my last remarks as I am under attack by New Zealands Military army. <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-87872327709835851822011-08-22T15:54:00.002+12:002011-08-22T15:54:59.954+12:00Black Saturday, By Suhail.<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u><span style="color: black; font-family: "28 Days Later","sans-serif"; font-size: 36.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 28.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">BLACK SATURDAY<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Saturday, 28<sup>th</sup> December 19 1929, it was a beautiful sunny day in Apia I remember it as if it was yesterday the darkest day for us Samoans. It all started out while New Zealand was trying to get Germany to leave so they can own Samoa and people in it. They obviously won, so that’s why we had to listen to rules that these people made we had to listen to. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">It was things like having to pay tax, wear clothes that the parliament made (when I heard of them I didn’t know who they were) we had to do things other whys we would have gotten fined. The locals made a sort of gang thing called Mau, it started of with not wearing what the New Zealanders wanted then went on to not mowing the lawn which led to a fine and then not paying that fine. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-themecolor: text1;">Darius my close mate was one of them who were in the Mau I questioned him like I was crazy. and he said “ I don’t want to listen to these people I don’t even know if they respect me”, you might get killed you……..”, he walked of. Darius and these other random boys walked down the street where the New Zealand troops were. They were wearing white lava lavas and tee-shirts, the mob approached the New Zealand troops, a police sergeant fired a Lewis machine gun from the balcony above. An experienced gunner shot a few shots over the mob’s heads. Tragicly, the shot wounded prominent Samoan leader Tupua Tamasese Lealofi, it also killed<span> </span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Migao, Leota Anese, Tapu, Ainoa, Faumuina of Savai’I, Vele and Tu’ia</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">. <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Many of the Mau died but it was a tragic day but it is in history everyone disagreed to the New Zealanders, eventually the New Zealanders left and the Samoans could do the things they wanted and choose who wanted to lead and things.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="background: white; text-align: center;"><b><i><u><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "28 Days Later","sans-serif"; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">THE END<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-33431024187859622982011-08-22T15:51:00.001+12:002011-08-22T15:51:07.920+12:00Black Saturday, By Wendy.<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><u><span style="font-size: 15pt; line-height: 115%;">The Diary of an Anonymous Visitor <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Black Saturday, which occurred on the 28<sup>th</sup> of December 1929, was one of the worst days of my life…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I was standing on the balcony on my hotel room in Apia. It was bright, hot sunny day and there was a slight breeze. I decided to go for a walk outside. As I stepped out of the hotel door, I realised there was no one outside. This was because of the New Zealanders. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">New Zealand was kind of in charge of Samoa. They made ridiculous rules which the Samoans didn’t like. They had to pay taxes, get to know politicians etc. They were banned from many things such as taking a walk outside and they had to learn to live life the way New Zealanders did. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I decided it wouldn’t be any fun just being outside by myself. I wanted to get to know the public, explore the area and taste exotic foods. I stepped back inside the hotel room and decided to take a nap. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">2 hours later I got woken up by something noisy outside. Yes, it was Black Saturday occurring on the 28<sup>th</sup> of December 1929 and it was only just the beginning…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There were gun shots being fired randomly at Samoans because they were outside. As the mob approached the station, a Lewis gun was being used from someone up in the balcony. It was the NZ police. The Samoans were protesting in a marching parade trying to be free. The Samoan leader</span><span style="font-size: 15pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Tupua Tamasese Lealofi III was shot at that location and was put into hospital. It was crazy out there. I didn’t know what to do. Many people were shot and killed right there on the spot. I saw people falling to the ground like dominoes. There was blood all over the floor. The next thing I knew, I fell to the ground, blood gushing out of my leg. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next morning I woke up in hospital. This diary was written during the time. I’m about to have an<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7916139985602505901" name="_GoBack"></a> operation… I hope things go well. </span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 15pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-74001009060864083442011-08-22T15:49:00.002+12:002011-08-22T15:51:30.304+12:00Black Saturday, By Kina<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Castellar, serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">The WORST INCIDENT IN NEW ZEALAND’S RELATIONSHIP WITH SAMOA<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Saturday the 28<sup>th</sup> of December 1929. It was a hot, sunny morning when I stepped out into the balcony and was astounded by all the rage and anger coming from the New Zealand police officers as they were firing at the Mau Movement group of Samoa. The Mau Movement was protesting to be true to yourself and was saying “PEACE.” It was terrible as I watched in fear crying for someone to stop it. The police officers killed eight innocent people, who just wanted to walk on the road of Apia doing what’s right and fighting for their country. This fight was happened because an attack by the police to arrest the Mau secretary who was marching in the parade. I felt like a fool because me, myself was from New Zealand. That is the most worse day I’ve had in my entire life.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">By Lomekina Tatafu.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7916139985602505901&postID=7400100906086408344&from=pencil" name="_GoBack"></a><o:p></o:p></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-12510071433380748342011-06-30T12:24:00.000+12:002011-06-30T12:24:19.201+12:00Convict research, by Suhail.<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;">Life <a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>sentence for John Gray</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Biondi; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">John Gray was found guilty of illegally receiving goods a quantity of goods from Mr.Samuel Doubledays property. These illegal actions made it to a capital offence for which he received a sentence to death. Ann Gray wife of John Gray and James Price were charged as his members like his accomplicies in receiving the quantity if goods from Mr.Samuel Doubledays house. But amazingly Ann Gray and James Price were let of and not charged. But John Gray was sentenced a life imprisonment to Australia. ‘do you think that this was appropriate?’ Well back in those days little things could trigger of big offences.</span></span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-4477622120224504162011-06-30T12:23:00.004+12:002011-06-30T12:29:16.832+12:00Convict research, by Paul.<span style="color: navy;">Mary <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Hyde</span> was 17 years old when she was convicted of theft at the Warwickshire Assizes on March 21st 1796. She was sentenced to transportation, a sentence not carried out until 1798 when she arrived at Port Jackson aboard the Brittania II. She came under the protection of a young naval officer John Black (who had survived the mutiny on the Lady Shore in 1797). She and John had 2 children, John born in 1799 (who later became the first manager of the Bank of New South Wales) and Mary Ann (who were to marry Prosper de Mestre in 1822). </span><br />
<span style="color: navy;">In 1802 John Black was lost at sea when his ship "The Fly" did not return from a voyage to India. Mary was left a widow with 2 children and no means of support. She came under the protection of one of early Sydney's great characters, a former convict by the name of Simeon Lord. In 1814 she and Simeon were married and she bore him 8 children both before and after marriage. Simeon Lord died in 1840 "an immensely wealthy man". Mary died on Dec 1st 1860 at her home at Botany. </span>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-22924092716906735502011-06-30T12:22:00.005+12:002011-08-22T16:00:33.422+12:00Convict research, by Lydia.<strong><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #9bbb59; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%; text-transform: uppercase;">Patrick monks</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: navy; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></strong><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00b050; font-family: 'Cheri Liney'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">in 1836 Patrick MONKS of Dublin arrived in Sydney aboard the convict transport Waterloo, which had departed from Cork 108 days earlier. At thirty years of age he was older than many of his 224 peers, although a few were in their late thirties.<br />
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The Waterloo was a very old ship, so conditions were probably damp, poorly ventilated and inadequate. The number aboard was high for its tonnage. In general the standard of convict transports deteriorated in this era, as shipping was diverted to military purposes. Five years later, on another voyage, the Waterloo sank off the Cape of Good Hope, with nearly two thirds of her convict cargo perishing.<br />
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As well as being older Patrick Monks was taller than his peers, of dark complexion, his hair greying. He was a "poulterer" from Dublin, sentenced seven years for "stealing a book". He was literate, and like most of his fellows was Catholic.<br />
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According to the official records Patrick</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00b050; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">’</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00b050; font-family: 'Cheri Liney'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">s wife Maria Monks had been transported a year earlier, although it has not been possible to identify exactly when and how this occurred. Many relationships did not survive this type of disruption, even where both parties eventually reached Sydney. In Patrick and Maria</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00b050; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">’</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00b050; font-family: 'Cheri Liney'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">s case they seem to have renewed their association in the colony.<br />
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By 1836 convicts no longer enjoyed the latitude afforded in the earlier decades of the colony. The growing population of free settlers resented the competition for jobs, and there was strong pressure to cease transportation. In 1837 Patrick was employed by the Government in Sydney, probably on public works labour. By 1841 he was in Port Macquarie, by then no longer a penal settlement. He had probably been assigned to a settler.<br />
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In August 1841 he was granted a Ticket of Leave to remain in Port Macquarie. As well as ensuring that sentences were served according to strict conditions Tickets of Leave were a means of forcing an inexpensive labour source to remain in developing regional areas. A year later, when his sentence expired, it would seem that there was little to keep Patrick in Port Macquarie, and consistent with the family trend, he returned to Sydney shortly afterwards when he was at liberty to do so.<br />
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At the end of 1844 Mary Anne was born to Maria and Patrick. By then he had returned to his old trade, working as a poulterer at 17 York Street South. Seven years later he still had his business, although by 1858 he was no longer listed in the trade directory. When his daughter married in 1862 she was living with relatives in Clarence Street, and there is no information concerning Patrick's life between 1851 and his death in 1871.<br />
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When he died it is clear that no ties remained with other family </span>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-81202051611946357862011-06-30T12:20:00.003+12:002011-06-30T12:21:53.306+12:00Convict research, by Carl.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Hawaii Lover'; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;">William Henry Groom</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype><shape alt="File:William Groom.jpg" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/51/William_Groom.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_1" o:button="t" o:spid="_x0000_s1026" style="height: 392.8pt; margin-left: -1.5pt; margin-top: 331.75pt; mso-position-horizontal-relative: text; mso-position-horizontal: absolute; mso-position-vertical-relative: text; mso-position-vertical: absolute; mso-wrap-distance-bottom: 0; mso-wrap-distance-left: 9pt; mso-wrap-distance-right: 9pt; mso-wrap-distance-top: 0; mso-wrap-style: square; position: absolute; visibility: visible; width: 450pt; z-index: -1;" type="#_x0000_t75"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><fill o:detectmouseclick="t"></fill><imagedata o:title="William Groom" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\aburt\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"></imagedata></span></shape><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: black; color: #eaf1dd; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-highlight: black; mso-themecolor: accent3; mso-themetint: 51;">William henry groom was born on the 9<sup>th</sup> of March 1883 in the city of Plymouth in England</span><span style="background: black; color: #eaf1dd; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-highlight: black; mso-themecolor: accent3; mso-themetint: 51;">. William henry groom was transported to Australia for the charge of embezzlement just at the age of 13 and was in there for 7 years. Then he was released after his time then shortly he was again arrested for something almost the same as what he did to get in there in the first place. He had goal time in the goldfields which are now the colony of victoria</span><span style="background: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-highlight: black;">.</span><span style="font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
</div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-83017396660129216322011-06-30T12:19:00.002+12:002011-06-30T12:19:47.754+12:00Convict research, by Daniel.<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">MARY WADE</span></u></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"></span></u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Adobe Song Std L','serif'; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Mary Wade was born on the 5<sup>th</sup> of October 1777 at Southwark, London to Mary English and George Wade of Westminster, Middlesex and then christened on the 21<sup>st</sup> of October, 1777 at Saint Olave, Southwark, and Surrey, England. Nearly all her life she was begging money and food on the streets of London until she was convicted of stealing cloths from a child, Mary Phillips (8 years old).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For this she was arrested and imprisoned at Bridewell Prison and later sentenced to death by hanging but instead was transported to Australia in exchange for her natural life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was transported to Australia at the age of 10<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a> on the Lady Juliana which was the first convict ship to hold cargo made up of entirely women and children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The entire 11 month voyage came to a halt on the 3<sup>rd</sup> of June, 1790 and was later sent to Norfolk Island on the Surprize and arrived on the 7<sup>th</sup> August, 1790.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had 2 children, Sarah and Edward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sarah later came to have 21 children, 7 in which to have their own children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She finally received her Certificate of freedom on the 1<sup>st</sup> of September, 1812.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During her dying days she had 300 living descendants and some are well known.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From this day forward her descendant, Kevin Rudd is a powerful and famous young man. Her name is Mary Wade, the youngest ever convict.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-5012127576796623042011-06-30T12:18:00.000+12:002011-06-30T12:18:37.279+12:00Convicts research, by Robbie.<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: '(el&font BLOCK)'; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Convicted to 14</span></span><span style="font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: '(el&font BLOCK)'; font-size: 36pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">years for armed robbery!<span style="color: red;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Robert garrad was convicted to 14 years for armed robbery stealing 160 pounds worth of pig meat</span><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> Before being sentenced to 14 years he was originally sentenced to death</span><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">He then married Sarah Taylor in 1826 and they had 7 children.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> He was transported on the admiral Gambier and friends</span><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> He arrived in New South Wales to serve his sentence</span><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> Robert garrad was one of299 convicts transported on the admiral Gambier and friends on April 1811</span><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> </span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-37721092774092542452011-05-30T15:57:00.002+12:002011-05-30T15:57:43.800+12:00Why we have coconut trees, by Lomekina.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">WHY WE HAVE COCONUT TREES</span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">….</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Once upon a time,</span><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">there was a chief who had a daughter named alisa. Alisa had longed to meet a friend.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One day, she was washing herself in a lake near by when a eel came by. Alisa and the eel talked for a long time, when it was time for her to go home, she wanted her father to meet the eel. So Alisa brought her father to the lake where the eel was waiting. After her father talked with the eel, he found the eel very disturbing so he ordered his daughter to stay away from the eel. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After she stopped talking to the eel, she found out she was pregnant. So the chief ordered his men to kill the eel.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The men killed the eel and chopped of his head and gave it to Alisa. So Alisa then buried his head next to her garden. So everyday she would water it until it grew to a coconut tree. That</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">s why a coconut have 3 hole. the 2 holes are the eel</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">s eyes and the 1 hole is the mouth.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So that</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">’</span><span style="font-family: 'electric feel'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New';"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">s how coconut trees were created.</span></span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-58185610590388613352011-05-30T15:56:00.002+12:002011-05-30T15:56:17.612+12:00How hail was made, by Muni-Tai<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once upon a time there was a man named harry , he was a man of pride and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>happiness he wanted to make a change in the world because of the different things wrong with it like pollution and wars going on.</span><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">when he was looking over the world he spotted a happy couple happy and out of trouble , he wanted everyone to be humble and happy like them , then one day there was a big riot going on in Australia , he wanted to make a stop so he appeared in the sky and told everyone to stop , but that didn’t work . Harry really wanted a big change in the world , so he would cry because all his plans didn’t work and it made hail , they begged him to stop crying because it made hail and he kept crying and crying and crying so it made them angry , they begged him to stop the hail coming down on them and he begged them to stop fighting and clean up the pollution in the world . They stopped it and Harry was happy and he never had to cry again and they stopped fighting and they got to know each other better when they were helping each other to clean the pollution.</span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THE END</span></span></i></b></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-29658407326668910192011-05-30T15:55:00.000+12:002011-05-30T15:55:09.253+12:00Why stars appear at night, by Siksha.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Long ago, when the skies were clear and the night sky was just a blanket of blue. In a small valley were the flowers blossomed, a baby girl cried for the warmth of her mother’s love. Sadly the little girl’s mother was no more and the little girl remained alone. As for the girl’s father, the man knew nothing about the girl nor how to care for her. So he left her in the cold, dark night with a little Nightingale.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Growing up Star, which became her name, lived in the wild among the other birds and her friend the Nightingale. Star always wondered where her true family lived but never showed this desperation of being with her family to her little friends; she always kept it to herself. One evening Star went to the beautiful valley and was filled with happiness just by looking at the ripples in the water. Soon she decided to take a swim “SPLASH”.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh! My leg” Star screamed. A sharp rock had gone halfway through Star leg. The poor, injured girl sat there sobbing until it became night and a mellifluous sound began to brighten Star’s heart. It was her Nightingale singing “ la,la,la…la,la,la…di,di…da,da…da,da,da…da…da,da,da” it sang. Its voice was beautiful and enchanting. “Oh! Nightingale my friend, your voice is you talent, I wish I could be as one” Star said.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The Nightingale stopped singing at once. “Your beauty is your talented and I will show it to the world. I have seen your tears of longing to be with your dear mother, I will make it come true.” “With the guidance of the sky spirits I grant you the highest of highest throne and the shine of the moon… Maybe the spirits grant you to be known as your name and everyone to admire your beauty.” The Nightingale said.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">At that very moment a spectacular thing happened. Star began to float higher and higher, she even began to shrink. There was a sparkle of white shine around Star then she changed into a butterfly of shine and went higher to join her mother’s spirit in the sky. To this day forth the sky is never clear; it is filled with pure spirits of who were separated. Somewhere in the sky Star and her mother float side by side watching the Nightingales sing. That Is Why Stars Appear At Night! </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Siksha Nair.<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a></span></b></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-2488699354394783312011-05-30T15:53:00.006+12:002011-05-30T15:53:59.362+12:00How the trees lost their leaves, by Raymond.<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">A long time ago during the dreamtime, the land was quickly turning from a dull, grey flat land to a flourishing land and crowds of lively creatures. In the dreamtime trees weren’t like the trees we see today. Trees never lost tier leaves; they flourished with beautiful flowers and ripe fruit. This is the story of how trees lose their leaves.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">In the dreamtime there were very few trees but these trees were huge. As the dreamtime grew, so did the animals. The animals grew in numbers and with very few trees the animals ate the ripe fruit from the trees. The trees could support the animals for some time.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">The dreamtime grew, it constantly expanded and with very few trees bearing fruit, the trees worked hard to create food for the animals. Soon enough the trees were so tried they stop making food entirely. So the trees go to sleep their leaves fell off and the winter begins.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Animals were desperate for food, fights began over food, and fights began over food. Animals began to split some going south, some north, some stayed.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">The ones that went north, travelled a long way but with success. The north still had ripe fruit. This is why some animals travel from one place to another.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">The ones that went south travelled a short distance but with success as well. The south ate from the sea where the supply in never short of food.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Microsoft JhengHei','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">The ones that stayed nested on the trees or slept in caves burrow down into the ground and slept for a very long time. They awaken by the smell of fruit and now the cycle goes again. Now the trees we see today lose their leaves. Some don’t because they don’t bare food.</span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-47566842848375114192011-05-30T15:53:00.001+12:002011-05-30T15:53:02.366+12:00How colours came to our world, by Daniel.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" id="_x0000_t202" o:spt="202" path="m,l,21600r21600,l21600,xe"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect"></path></shapetype><shape filled="f" id="Text_x0020_Box_x0020_1" o:gfxdata="UEsDBBQABgAIAAAAIQC2gziS/gAAAOEBAAATAAAAW0NvbnRlbnRfVHlwZXNdLnhtbJSRQU7DMBBF
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Pale, he hated beauty and every colour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So he devised a cunning plan to cease the world’s peace and beauty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He set a spell upon the world and all beauty was lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But a prophet made a final prophecy which would return the world’s beauty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A colour hero will arise to save the world’s beauty but will </span><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">fade away because of the one he loves.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Many years later in a land called Greenland lived a man named Roy G. Biv.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Roy was determined to fulfil the prophecy and the world’s beauty so he set off in the uninhabited area of Greenland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On his journey he met another weary traveller seeking for the long lost beauty of the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her name was Colourina Hue and she was set also to fulfil the prophecy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">After a long day of walking in the sun the weather pattern started to change and rain started to fall on their heads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So they found a cave to sleep for the night, and there they fell in love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Awoken by a big bang and crumpling sounds Roy and Colourina went to see the cause of the loud noise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly Roy saw a glowing staff on the ground lying there; not knowing it was glowing due to the lack of colour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But curiously he picked it up and the hidden animals started appearing around them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then knew he was the prophesied colour hero.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Knowing now his destiny he hit the River of Forgotten Beauty and a strong gale swept him to his feet and on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Colourina woke him up and told him what happened, he smiled but the smile started to fade because he knew the end of the prophecy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he took a final glimpse at the world it was beautiful then he held his love Colourina’s hand and they faded away in the afterlife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although he would not live to see the world’s full beauty he would die a hero.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And from this day forward Roy G. Biv is remembered as the colours of the rainbow and he will forever be remembered as “THE COLOUR HERO” the one who brought the colours to our world.</span></span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-92105435647345775882011-05-30T15:50:00.002+12:002011-05-30T15:50:32.391+12:00How humans were made, by Adouk.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Years ago, there was a light up in the sky. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And in the light there was a face, a person who named himself Ken. He had created everything he wanted, but no living things. So he decided to create a planet with animals to keep him company. He made a planet by one click of his fingers, but he was missing something important that he needed about. Then he joined other planets then he finally knew what was missing and created the first human beings named Hoper and Quinn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hoper and Quinn started learning about the environment they were living in. But, they forgot one thing, that Ken had told them to not touch a tree. But, Quinn decided to touch the tree so Ken cursed Quinn and Hoper to hell and made other humans.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That is how humans were made.</span><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-43096677232442047872011-05-30T15:47:00.002+12:002011-05-30T15:47:32.607+12:00How rain was made, by Ali.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once a upon time in a faraway land Sam and Bob were in a small village. Sam and Bob went fishing they had their own spear and other things.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><a href="" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They got onto the canoe and paddled along. After 5 hours they stopped. Sam shouted a land they hopped out of the canoe. When they were walking on the water they saw different kinds of fishes. Sam quickly got his spear and Bob spear. Sam and Bob got heaps of fishes. They went to the land they saw before. Sam and Bob got their things on their back and carried it. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They walked, walked and they walked. They made a fire and they roasted their fishes. While the eating their food then suddenly the sea’s water shot up the sky and the smoke that was out of the fire. It made clouds and after few minutes it started raining the first time they saw water falling from sky.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That how they think how rain is made. </span></span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-17802745018883463272011-05-30T15:46:00.002+12:002011-05-30T15:46:30.414+12:00How lightning was formed, by Jahdey<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: '28 Days Later','sans-serif'; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%;">How lightning was formed!</span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Once upon a time there was a man named Zeus, he was the ruler of Greece and made man to worship him while he was in charge. Whenever the people disobeyed him it would make him angry. Zeus was a very angry man, when people disobeyed him, he would call the kraken to eat or kill them or eat them. One day a group of tourists decided to visit Greece, when ever people visited Greece he would scare them with the kraken and that would scare them out of Greece. But because the visitors were from another part of Greece, he wanted to be kind to them. He didn’t know that they were against him , so Zeus invited them over one night for dinner , they were discussing on what needs to be changed in Greece and he suddenly<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>had to go to the toilet , so the visitors trashed the house and left and when Zeus returned back to the dinner he saw that it was trashed and he started to yell and suddenly lightning appeared , the lightning was big and it flashed without the whole of Greece and people knew that something was wrong with Zeus , so they all hid so they didn’t get shocked from the lightning , but the visitors didn’t know about Zeus<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>having anger problems so they ended up getting shocked by lightning . The servants always worshiped him and never ever mislead him after that.</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">THE END<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a></span></i></b></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-2723575622872819642011-05-30T15:45:00.000+12:002011-05-30T15:45:26.057+12:00How the sun was created in India, by Arishna.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A long, long time ago in India there lived 7 brothers Aman, Vikram, Karan, shamal, Ashneel, Raju and kartik. One day they had a big conflict between them, they all separated. Their family went looking after them, but unfortunately they couldn’t find them. They all went back home.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">12 months later Vikram and raju mat together at Ganga River [Holy River] and they started crying, they were sad and they missed each other. So they were looking for their other brothers. As they were walking forward they saw a village and they went there to get some help. Then they saw Shamal and Ashneel, and began to look for their other brothers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So the 4 brothers started to look for the 3 brothers and they looked everywhere but they couldn’t find them. Slowly, slowly they all reached towards a village and Shamal asked everyone if they saw the other brothers. Everyone’s answer was” no”. So they all went and sat down and Aman came and asked “do you want any think?” Then all the brothers asked for water and when<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ashneel<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>took a glass of water he saw Aman and was very proud to find him and went around the village looking for Karan and they saw Karan feeding the horses and they all ran up to him and hugged him. So they all went looking for Kartik. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Suddenly the day they all went out to find Kartik, the day went bad, and the sun didn’t come out. 10 weeks later they were all turning back to go home and just then they saw Kartik walking along the desert. So they all ran up to him hugged him and walked all the way home. 20 weeks later they all reach home; when they went inside to look for their parents they weren’t able to find them anywhere. So they all asked the God “don’t ever let us separate ever again and always be together forever”. So the God decided to make them the sun of India. So that’s how there was a sun in India.</span></div>Miss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-28150954163945728852011-05-28T17:30:00.000+12:002011-05-28T17:30:51.158+12:00Why Mangere Mountain is named Mangere Mountian, By Heremaia.Once, a long, long time ago, there were three brothers named Vagita, who was the eldest, Kratous, who was the second oldest, and Pisyden, who was the laziest and the youngest. The three brothers were Gods, Vagita was the God of Earth, Kratous was the God of Air, and Pisyden was the God of all living things. Vagita and Kratous would always go out and collect their food, but Pisyden wouldn't go with them. Vagita and Kratous would always tidy up after themselves, but Pisyden wouldn't. Until, one day Vagita and Kratous were arguing about collecting extra food for Pisyden, because he wouldn't get his own. He always relied on his older brothers. Vagita and Kratous were sick of Pisyden, and decided to set him up. They led him into an unknown place, and turned him into a mountain.<br />
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They decided to name the mountain Mangere, because Mangere means lazy. <br />
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http://auahatanga.blogspot.com/p/dreamtime.htmlMiss Burthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06061596354895403189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916139985602505901.post-87084107905289272382011-05-28T17:22:00.001+12:002011-05-28T17:31:15.981+12:00How trees were made, by Grevel.A long, long time ago there was a blank world, with Aborigines all around the place. There lived a lady named Akala and a man named Adoni, they were married. They went to a mountain, to have a good look at the view. They held hands while looking at the view, holding their hands high in the air. Unfortunately, they became stuck like this, and couldn't move any more! As they became older and older they grew more and more hairy. Their hairs were green and long, and slowly turned into leaves. The leaves became darker and darker as they aged. They grew taller as their hairy leaves were darker. After this, branches shot out of them, also covered with their hairy leaves.<br />
This is how trees were formed.<br />
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