TUHUA DAY 7
TUHUA DAY 7
DEAR DIARY,
I woke up that morning and sighed. How much longer on this island?
Hmmmm, something felt different, something was going to happen.
As I looked up, Zuleka was sauntering towards me.
“Mia, can you please be a unicorn, there’s something we need to do.” Not bothering to ask questions, I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and thought only about unicorns.1,2,3 there!
Now this unicorn needed to find out what the task was.
“Ok, what are we doing?” I asked my companion.
Zuleka was sick and tired of sleeping under the stars, sick of the mosquitoes, and sick of not having anywhere on this island to call home.
Today was the day we would make a home.
Using the things Zuleka had gathered a few days before, and my special power of natural transformation, I changed bits of grass into flax etc. Even when I fainted, we were back on the job in an hour.
Back home in Hamilton, A friend of mine had a book about survival. What was contained in that book had been lots of survival tricks but the one thing I remembered was how to make a bed.
Yes! This would be useful.
Collecting the things was easy, the hard bit was remembering what to do. Step by step I constructed 2 beds out of the natural resources around us.
Meanwhile, Zuleka needed my unicorn horn to stab a hole in a plank of wood to make a door hole.
Gradually, our house was coming together.
The beds I was making were just finished,and I had also made 2 flax blankets (And although they weren’t very well done, they would keep us warm!). Zuleka had one more wall to build, so as I assisted her, it was done in easily an hour and a half.
If we stayed inside, we would only have to use half as much insect repellent, and it would last longer on our stay.
That night was bliss, and all the energy I had lost came back to me.
This was how it should be, I thought happily.
Bye
MIA xXx OoO
DEAR DIARY,
I woke up that morning and sighed. How much longer on this island?
Hmmmm, something felt different, something was going to happen.
As I looked up, Zuleka was sauntering towards me.
“Mia, can you please be a unicorn, there’s something we need to do.” Not bothering to ask questions, I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and thought only about unicorns.1,2,3 there!
Now this unicorn needed to find out what the task was.
“Ok, what are we doing?” I asked my companion.
Zuleka was sick and tired of sleeping under the stars, sick of the mosquitoes, and sick of not having anywhere on this island to call home.
Today was the day we would make a home.
Using the things Zuleka had gathered a few days before, and my special power of natural transformation, I changed bits of grass into flax etc. Even when I fainted, we were back on the job in an hour.
Back home in Hamilton, A friend of mine had a book about survival. What was contained in that book had been lots of survival tricks but the one thing I remembered was how to make a bed.
Yes! This would be useful.
Collecting the things was easy, the hard bit was remembering what to do. Step by step I constructed 2 beds out of the natural resources around us.
Meanwhile, Zuleka needed my unicorn horn to stab a hole in a plank of wood to make a door hole.
Gradually, our house was coming together.
The beds I was making were just finished,and I had also made 2 flax blankets (And although they weren’t very well done, they would keep us warm!). Zuleka had one more wall to build, so as I assisted her, it was done in easily an hour and a half.
If we stayed inside, we would only have to use half as much insect repellent, and it would last longer on our stay.
That night was bliss, and all the energy I had lost came back to me.
This was how it should be, I thought happily.
Bye
MIA xXx OoO
posted by Henry JOhn. @ 6/21/2006 08:05:00 am
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