Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Joshua Flax

On last Wednesday we marched through the gate and to the dried up river. We were cutting flax. First We Prayed to god because it was a tonga to maori people. Then we looked for the baby, poppa and momma you cannot cut those. When miss teto cut some for all of us we felt them and played with them. I made a snake while making knots I did not mean to make a snake. When we stopped playing we went back to our class.

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