Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

The Fruity Story.


Once, on a blazing, clarion day, in the villages of the Cook Islands, there lived three, free fruity friends called Bob Banana, Anne Apple, and George Grape. Bob, with a reason, acts cool all the time, trying to get the ladies. Anne, who is an Apple, is very nosy and gets in the way sometimes, and last but not least, it’s George the Great Grape. George always has a straight face all the time, but, he does like an adventure.


They lived on a beach called ‘Fruity Resort’. They saw the calm, nice sea bathing in the sunlight, other fruits relaxing on the blistering sand, and the drinks were so delicious for them. Bob, Anne, and George were having the time of their lives. They would go outside every day and chill out, and see the palm trees moving to the breeze of the wind.

The three fruits of the village would hate it if humans ate them, and of course, they wouldn’t care about the fruit around the world. They played sports like volleyball, indoor hockey, basketball, handball, and many more. They would keep on playing non-stop, without a sweat.

As they were having fun, a bad, off-looking high in stature, man came out of a truck that said ‘FRUITS’. His truck was motionless and lonely. He was glaring at the fruits like he was a hunter. The fruits looked shocked, but some of them wouldn’t notice, like a person not answering their home phone. The man swooped down like an eagle, grabbing a basket of fruits into his basket in a flash. “Oh, my, what’s happening?” asked George, who has survived the fruit-napping. “All of the fruits of the village are getting fruit-napped from this, human!” yelled Anne, trying to grab on to the other fruits. All the other fruits were struggling to survive, as they were like abandoned dogs trapped. “What should we do?” mumbled Bob, acting confused, “I know what we should do”  mouthed Anne.    

After Anne discussed her plan, the three went near the man and his basket. The fruits in the basket were trapped, screaming, demanding to get out of the basket. “He’s going too fast” added George, running like a monkey. “We need to go faster, then!” yelled Bob, as he was near the man’s legs, going as fast as a car going 50 miles per hour. Then finally, Bob got a hold on the leg.  “Be careful, Bob!” shouted Anne, running still. As Bob got to the basket, he got a rope from his pockets, although he doesn’t have pockets, but that’s another story. George and Anne held on to the rope, even though the man was too fast for them, they kept moving. Bob got all the oranges, bananas, grapes, and apples. After they saved the fruits in the resort, they celebrated because of their bravery. “Hooray!” yelled the crowd cheerfully. “No need to thank us” George spoke out loud.

Then End.

                                                                       

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Four Seasons in Te Reo



This is my presentation of the seasons in Maori.

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Energy Wordle

This is my wordle about this terms topic 
'Energy: The Balance of Life'.

Photosynthesis Wordle


Here is my wordle about the word 'Photosynthesis'.