Month: August 2020

Just  after supper yesterday, I was grabbed by two soldiers and had gotten  marched off to

Lieutenant Robert’s tent. I was charged with theft

and desertion.

I tried to explain that I didn’t steal the dog, I was returning it to Warawi.

It was no use, Robert’s told me to get a good nights sleep as in the morning I was to

be flogged.

Later that day we went into the forest to build the triangle in which I would be flogged.

Goodwin and I were instructed to build it. I could sense the fear in his voice, Goodwin was one of

my mates and I knew he did not want me to be flogged.

Right at that moment Warawi approached us holding a kangaroo skin.

She gestured for me to come over and see what she was holding.

Goodwin warned me not to as he thought I was in enough trouble already.

I peeked into her kangaroo skin basket and inside there was a tiny blonde puppy.

I told Goodwin to come over as well. He looked inside and his face suddenly melted.

A few minutes later, I took the puppy over to we’re Robert’s was.

Goodwin and I told Robert’s the values of having a puppy instead of a fully grown dog.

He agreed and got rid of my sentence. He told me that I was going to have to look after this dog

as well. With one exception, I obey his orders from now on. I nodded my head and took the puppy.

The link to our class blog is here

Yesterday, I was walking around the camp wearing my favourite dingo skin clothes, with Burani, our new leader. The leaves were crunching loudly below my feet. I could hear the river’s loud gushing beyond the ancient trees.

I felt sad, it is because Mung was not coming back. “Maybe,” I said quietly to Burani.

“We could do something to make him come back. We could have a big feast to tell him that we need him here.”

“Yeah!” said Burani.

“We could go down to the lake and catch some Barramundi fish,” he said.

“Okay, I will get my spear and go down to the lake,” I replied eagerly.

“Hang on,” Burani said, “I will go fishing at the lake, not you.”

“But I’m better at fishing than you,” I replied angrily.

“But I am better with a spear than you.”

“Only because I showed you,” I said back.

“But girls don’t go fishing,” he said.

“Humph!” I retorted suddenly, “Then we will have a dance off to decide who goes fishing.”

“Fine,” he said, quivering.

I could sense the fear in his voice, because he is not a very good dancer.

I started first, I was being an emu. I put my hands by my sides and pretended to peck the ground like they do when they’re looking for food. The guessers watched on, smiling. Then my animal was guessed,

“Emu,” called the first guesser,

I looked at him and nodded my head to tell him he was right.

Then I put I put my hands together over my head, then, I walked around I circles. But before long, it was guessed, (it was a snake by the way). Then I went onto my final animal, a rock wallaby. I crouched down and did some little jumps.

Just then, the last guesser said,

“Wallaby!”

Now it was Burani’s turn, he walked around flapping his arms like a bird. But which bird?

Finally, he gave up and crossed his arms, staring at us.

“So, what am I?” he said angrily.

The guessers all shrugged their shoulders.

“I am your leader,” he said, “So I command you to vote for me; because whoever does will come fishing with me.”

“Yeah,” they all shouted.

After they voted for Burani.

“You’ve been robbed,” Mung the child said to me.

“I know,” I replied.