Many, many years ago, on a frosty winter's afternoon, Kiwi decided to go for an afternoon fly to see his friends. As he flew, he crashed into a long branch, tumbled down to the ground and rolled in a snowball down the hill. Poor kiwi rolled faster and faster. He bumped his head on the icy ground. "Ouch! Ouch!" he moaned. Kiwi rolled down and down then crashed between 2 massive rocks. His wings got wedged under the rocks. He struggled to get out but he couldn't. He screamed for help but no one came. As he lay there, he imagined that a sabre-toothed tiger would come and eat him. He was so scared, he ripped his flying wings off so he was free. Now Kiwi couldn't fly. He walked slowly and sadly to his friend's house. But he didn't tell anyone about what had happened.
Written by the children of Room 1
