Decripstion: we had to retell the whispering moon in our own words I also strived to use as many juicy words as possible
On one howling windy night where the moon gazed opon the sparkling water, their lived a small family. Maraea her older brother Maki and there parents. It was no ordinary night for the family, their mother was in labour and the nearest house was uncle Paora's and they needed his car to drive to the hospital. But Maraea wasn't allowed to go to uncles house by herself so Maki took her but Maraea was scared that the moon would come down and grab her just like Rona but Maki had her back and so they carried on. Mum said be quick the baby is coming. Maraea and Maki rushed down the hill and as they passed the church they stumbeld across the rocky road. Tawhirimatea the God of the winds, was whipping the clouds and Maraea could here the whispering trees. Maki flashed his torch near by was uncles house they knew there journey was almost over.