It was very cold and Boss wanted to go outside. He likes to chase snow-balls down hills. I had to put on my jacket, my boots and my gloves. It was really snowing by now. We both laughed when he ran and jumped on a man. He bowled him over.
Friday, and Tata George had his tangi at Te Koraha Marae here in Tahaaroa. It was very sad. The aunties in the whare-kai cooked nice kai for us and the manuwhiri to eat. All the tamariki played games outside. We all played bullrush, rugby, and then touch. Sometimes we climbed up into the tree-hut. Ngaremu just about fell out of the tree. Back in the whare-kai the kai was just about ready to eat. It looked nice and it tasted nice too.
Once upon a time there was a little huhu beetle. He climbed up a big tall pine tree. Up at the very top of the pine tree the little huhu found a hole in the tree trunk and went inside. It was slippery inside the hole. The little huhu slid down, down, down. He couldn't stop sliding. BANG! CRASH! Suddenly he hit the bottom of the tree trunk. He hurt his nono. The little huhu found his way out at the bottom of the trunk and slid home with his sore nono. The little huhu's mum said "You naughty huhu. You could have died." The little huhu decided never again to go climbing up tall pine trees ever again.