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How the kiwi lost it’s ability to fly:

How the kiwi lost it’s ability to fly By Ruth Gingles

Snap! A huge jet of pain shot up my wings. I struggled and fought to escape the metal monster. But I was trapped. The big metal thing was as stubborn as a shark, not wishing to let go of its prey unless it was in great danger of being fished up and getting eaten himself. Oh, by the way, my name is Mihi Tarua. I live in a vast lakeside forest, that looks as if it could swallow any unwanted intruder to make sure they were gone forever. :

Snap! A huge jet of pain shot up my wings. I struggled and fought to escape the metal monster. But I was trapped. The big metal thing was as stubborn as a shark, not wishing to let go of its prey unless it was in great danger of being fished up and getting eaten himself. Oh, by the way, my name is Mihi Tarua. I live in a vast lakeside forest, that looks as if it could swallow any unwanted intruder to make sure they were gone forever.

Suddenly, as if they had been there all along, a large, scary human appeared. He bent over me menacingly, as if about prepare for a “torture the kiwi” scene for a movie. But instead of beating me with a giant wooden bat, he wrenched the trap mouth open. I spotted a badge attached to his coat. The words read John Beezleworth. :

Suddenly, as if they had been there all along, a large, scary human appeared. He bent over me menacingly, as if about prepare for a “torture the kiwi” scene for a movie. But instead of beating me with a giant wooden bat, he wrenched the trap mouth open. I spotted a badge attached to his coat. The words read John Beezleworth.

As soon as I was out of the trap, I peered silently down at my sides. Feathers had been ripped out of the places in which they had been. Most of my wings were gone and fear washed over me as I remembered what my koro had told me before he had died. I heard the word in my head exactly how he had presented them to me: “Mihi, you must remember this always! If you do not you will be in grave danger of losing your wings! You must always watch out for bear traps and forks in the ground, because they have enough force to rip off your wings!” :

As soon as I was out of the trap, I peered silently down at my sides. Feathers had been ripped out of the places in which they had been. Most of my wings were gone and fear washed over me as I remembered what my koro had told me before he had died. I heard the word in my head exactly how he had presented them to me: “Mihi, you must remember this always! If you do not you will be in grave danger of losing your wings! You must always watch out for bear traps and forks in the ground, because they have enough force to rip off your wings!”

My body felt cold now that there were only little stubs on my sides where my wings had been. I finally came back down to earth when I noticed the softness of the mans coat. It was as fresh wool just shawn off a very hot sheep. It was also as white as snow that has just landed from falling out of the sky. He took me to a large white truck that had the words Rotorua kiwi rescue programme. He placed me in a warm, brightly lit see through box called an incubator. Then with a huge stomach upsetting lurch, the truck set off. :

My body felt cold now that there were only little stubs on my sides where my wings had been. I finally came back down to earth when I noticed the softness of the mans coat. It was as fresh wool just shawn off a very hot sheep. It was also as white as snow that has just landed from falling out of the sky. He took me to a large white truck that had the words Rotorua kiwi rescue programme. He placed me in a warm, brightly lit see through box called an incubator. Then with a huge stomach upsetting lurch, the truck set off.

We arrived at a large building and I was put in a cosy, dimly lit bush area for kiwis that have been hurt and injured. It had a glass door that slid open so that the humans could get in and out to refill our food and water. There were about seven other kiwis in there with me. I grew up there happily and eventually found a mate. We had two beautiful chicks and they also had stubs instead of wings.:

We arrived at a large building and I was put in a cosy, dimly lit bush area for kiwis that have been hurt and injured. It had a glass door that slid open so that the humans could get in and out to refill our food and water. There were about seven other kiwis in there with me. I grew up there happily and eventually found a mate. We had two beautiful chicks and they also had stubs instead of wings.

They say that from then on, every kiwi in New Zealand had stubs for wings.:

They say that from then on, every kiwi in N ew Z ealand had stubs for wings.

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