Rona and the Moon By Sophie Long, long ago there was a whare in a valley. There lived Rona, her husband and their two children. On the long twilight evenings they would listen to all the wonderful, relaxing noises of the valley. One night when the children were in bed, Rona’s husband wanted some wai, Rona was just settling down when her husband started yelling at her that there was no more water left. Rona was angry because of the way her husband yelled at her, and thought, “Am I the only one capable of fetching wai?” She snatches away the calabash and stormed down to the creek on a munted uneven path... Marama the moon allowed her silvery splendor to be covered by a cloud. The night sky became pitch black. Rona, on her way to the awa, tripped on a root of a tree and fell, the calabash flew through the air before smashing against a rock. Rona was furious, she drew herself up and swore at the moon. Marama reached down from the sky and grabbed Rona; Rona’s feelings...
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