Retell: Rona and The Moon
Retell the Myth and Legend about Rona and the Moon.
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Make sure you use descriptive language to make the story more interesting. Pull the readers in to read YOUR writing, make it fun!
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→Rona was a beautiful woman,she had a husband and two sons. Rona’s husband loved her dearly but sometimes her bad temper and her angry way of growling at him and her boys upset them all one day rona’s husband said to her the moon is good for fishing tonight i will take our boys with me to the island across the bay there will be many fish to be caught there now we won't be back until tomorrow night so have a meal waiting for us when we return. They loaded their nets, line, hook’s,and baits into a kano and padild away. The next day Rona began to prepare the hangi to cook the meal. First she cleared out the ashes and cooking stones from the pit dug into the ground that she would prepare the meal in. Then Rona built a stack of small sticks and dry leaves at the bottom to the pit over which she placed bigger branches and smaller logs. Next she gently placed the cocons stones on top of the pile of wood and lit the hangi with eves from the old fire. In those times maori people had to be very careful not to let their fires go out. As it began to grow dark and the heter cooking stones glowed red rona could hear her family singing as they returned across the bay in there cano she was about to place her food on the hot stones when she discovered that her gourds were empty she needed water to throw over the hot stones so the stems will cook the food. The singing voices across the bay grew louder and Rona knew her family would be hungry. She snached up the gords and ran down the path to the spring which was some distance away. It was dark. By the time she got near to the end of the path a full moon was shining and she could clearly see in it’s silverlight. Suddenly the moon went behind a cloud. It became so dark that Rona couldn’t see the path. She stubbed her toe on a root tree and crashed into a rock browsing her shen. Rona was in so much pain and was so angry at the moon for hiding it’s light that she shouted at him pokokohua which means boil your head. This was a terrible kers and a gratindsot. The moon heard her rude words and came down from his place in the sky he took hold of Rona and began to lift her from the ground. Rona grabbed hold of uber branch of a ngawa tree and hung on to it as tightly as she could. The moon was so strong that the trees roots torn from the ground and Rona and her tree were carried out into the sky. When Ronas family returned from there fishing trip there was no sign of her there meal liye uncooked by the flickering flames. It wasn’t until they looked up into the night sky They relist there angry mother had been rude once often. There on the face of the full moon,was Rona,with the ngaio tree and her gourds in her hands.
