Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Moa war

It was the night of the moa. A sad night for the Vikings of Denmark. They lost so many troops that day. Here is a story of how the moa got extinct, or so the Danish thought.
It was a clear stary night in Oamaru. The moa tribe was lazing around in the hills on the outskirts of town. There were hundreds of moa.  Even so, people rarely saw them in the wild.
“Hawoo!” it was hunting time for wolves. The sleek grey wolves were incredibly fast. They hunted in packs of about fifty and never went out of the den alone.
Boom! The crashing of waves on the hull of the ship woke Captain Valdemar from his sleep. Valdemar was Captain of the Viking ship Wolfden.                                                                                                                                                                                 “Svengal! Why didn’t you wake me? We’re in the middle of a storm!” shouted Valdemar.                                                 “I was busy with the crew!” replied Svengal.                                                                                                             “Very ragged bunch they are. We’ll never make it to land on time!” that’s it thought Valdemar.                                                                                                                                “If you don’t find land by tomorrow, I’ll chuck you overboard!”
The next day, just as Captain Valdemar was about to through svengal overboard, the lookout saw land.                                                                                                                                                                                   “Land ho!” he shouted.                                                                                                                                                    “Phew” said Svengal, moping his brow.                                                                                                               “Lucky guy,” Valdemar muttered angrily, “I’ll teach him a lesson someday.”
“Sail ahoy!” yelled a moa.                                                                                                                                               “Oh no” said another.                                                                                                                                                        Viking raiders they immediately thought. It was bad enough with the wolves attacking them, but to have Vikings as well, they were certainly going to die.
At that same moment the wolves were thinking the same thing. But they were happy.                                  “There will be more food this year, for the vikings are attacking!” shouted the alpha wolf.                 “Yay!” the wolf pack replied.
“Oh no! Wolves!” exclaimed a sailor. There were packs and packs of wolves surrounding the ship! There were so many of them, that they couldn’t land the ship!                                                                  “Everybody take your weapons! This is war!” rumbled captain Valdemar. They jumped overboard into the swarms of wolves with their razor sharp swords and axes. “This ain’t going well! If get through this lot, we’ll have some yummy moa meat to feast on tonight!” coaxed Valdemar.                                                                                                                                                              The Vikings left then fought with a renewed effort and finally managed to get through. But the fight had killed and wounded many men. There were bodies of men and wolves littering the ground around the ship. “Come on! We have to get out of here before the wolves regroup and attack us. Come on!”
While the Vikings were running south the moa were running north. They were both running up the same hill, but they didn’t know that. Bang! Captain Valdemar crashed into the lead moa with so much force, that they both went flying back down the hill!                                                                                                         “Stupid moa! I’ll skin you alive for that!” Valdemar shouted at the moa, sprinting back up the hill. “Attack! It’s the moa!”                                                                                                                                                      The Vikings charged. It was another bloody battle. It wasn’t as long as the last one’ but it was just as violent.
Soon there was no living thing in sight for three miles in every direction. The only survivors were a male and female moa and Svengal.                                                                                                                  “D-don’t k-kill m-me! T-this w-wasn’t m-my i-idea!” stammered Svengal.                                            Unfortunately for him, the moa couldn’t understand humans. They charged and pecked him so much, he fell to the ground bleeding so heavily that he died after a few minutes.                                                                            The two moa raised a huge family and then, after   about five centuries, the moa tribe got back to its former glory. In the 1700’s, it happened again. But this time, instead of the Vikings, it was an army of birds sent down by Ra the king of the gods. This time the attack did not fail. It demolished the whole lot of moa tribe’s all around the world.
                                                                                                                       So that is how the moa got extinct!  

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