Danger
Topic: when I realised I was in danger
Focus: write how I felt and what I did
I realised I was in danger when I heard the rumbling of diggers and miners clambering over rock platforms and wetlands to begin mining the valley.
I had lived there for many years and so had my ancestors. I was to be one of the last weka to be living in Happy Valley.
My heart lifted when I heard a loud BANG! Maybe the engines had exploded or maybe their tyres had popped. I racked my brains for my grandfather's words of when Stockton had started. My grandfather had told me that he heard a large bang, then he had heard a rumbling noise again. I checked for a rumbling noise. No rumbling. My heart soared. I will be able to live on with all generations. Then I heard a spluttering noise and then a rumbling one. My heart sank as low as my stomach.
The coal mining of Happy Valley had started.
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I felt a tap, tap, tapping. It was one of the other weka joining me to watch the mournful sight. It felt great to have a fellow weka standing by my side. This weka had plans.
Late that night the weka and I crept down to the mining site, poising, ready to attack. The new weka was holding up three fingers, two fingers, one finger. All of a sudden I saw a torch light flashing around the digger I was hiding behind. My hope had risen since I had met that weka, but now there wasn't any hope. The torch light flickered off. I knew there wasn't a moment to waste so I quickly pecked a hole in all of the tyres of five diggers, then quickly made a dash back to the occupier's campsite.
For the time being I felt safe.
