Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:22 AM GMT0 • Reads 190

One pitch black night the moon was bold and bright. The forest was quiet. The animals were asleep. The forest was cold and wet. The leaves were crinkly and rough.



Little kiwi was asleep under a comfortable log. He woke up and saw the light. He was scared. He saw a slimy worm. He got the worm with his sharp beak and swallowed it with a big smile.

By Logan

Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:22 AM GMT0 • Reads 109

As the moon shines down onto the damp forest floor the leaves start to crackle high in the swaying trees. As the wind gets stronger it begins to whistle like a bird screeching in the dark sky above. The trees were as slimy as a slug slithering up the rotting crinkly leaves.

By Rebekah

Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:22 AM GMT0 • Reads 112

The pitch black night sky was howling over the Earth like the howl of a furious wolf in a fight. The forest floor was a mess of rough crinkly leaves.



Under a brown hollow log lives dark brown kiwi.

By Jackson

Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:23 AM GMT0 • Reads 121

The pitch black night closed over the cold, damp forest. The sound in the forest was like a million candy wrappers being crushed by a giant. The trees swayed in the slight breeze. The forest floor was rough like my Dad’s back. The canopy was like a mouse trap, trapping all the light.

By Ellie

Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:23 AM GMT0 • Reads 118

The dark night takes over the forest like a huge giant. Birds call and screech like bad violin players.

By Emma L

Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:23 AM GMT0 • Reads 113

The kiwis were hunting for their food. They could hear the wonderful sound of the moreporks hooting in the cold, damp forest. The trees were like big light green and dark green giants standing tall and firm. The nice green colour made me think of wobbly cold lime jelly – yum that was nice. The kiwis were calling other kiwis, it sounded magnificent.

By Olivia

Kiwi

Article posted June 22, 2007 at 01:23 AM GMT0 • Reads 279

The night was so dark and the moon shone down in the water. The forest

shivered like ice on my body.

By Freya