Moa war
It was the night of the moa. A sad
night for the Vikings of Denmark. They lost so many troops that day. Here is a
story of how the moa got extinct, or so the Danish thought.
It was a clear stary night in
Oamaru. The moa tribe was lazing around in the hills on the outskirts of town.
There were hundreds of moa. Even so,
people rarely saw them in the wild.
“Hawoo!” it was hunting time for
wolves. The sleek grey wolves were incredibly fast. They hunted in packs of
about fifty and never went out of the den alone.
Boom! The crashing of waves on the
hull of the ship woke Captain Valdemar from his sleep. Valdemar was Captain of
the Viking ship Wolfden.
“Svengal! Why didn’t you wake me? We’re in the middle of a storm!”
shouted Valdemar. “I was busy with the crew!” replied Svengal.
“Very ragged bunch they are.
We’ll never make it to land on time!” that’s it thought Valdemar.
“If you don’t find land by tomorrow,
I’ll chuck you overboard!”
The next day, just as Captain
Valdemar was about to through svengal overboard, the lookout saw land.
“Land ho!” he
shouted.
“Phew” said
Svengal, moping his brow. “Lucky guy,”
Valdemar muttered angrily, “I’ll teach him a lesson someday.”
“Sail ahoy!” yelled a moa.
“Oh no” said
another.
Viking raiders they immediately thought. It was bad enough with the
wolves attacking them, but to have Vikings as well, they were certainly going
to die.
At that same moment the wolves were
thinking the same thing. But they were happy. “There will
be more food this year, for the vikings are attacking!” shouted the alpha
wolf. “Yay!” the wolf
pack replied.
“Oh no! Wolves!” exclaimed a sailor.
There were packs and packs of wolves surrounding the ship! There were so many
of them, that they couldn’t land the ship!
“Everybody take your weapons! This is war!” rumbled captain Valdemar.
They jumped overboard into the swarms of wolves with their razor sharp swords
and axes. “This ain’t going well! If get through this lot, we’ll have some
yummy moa meat to feast on tonight!” coaxed Valdemar. The
Vikings left then fought with a renewed effort and finally managed to get
through. But the fight had killed and wounded many men. There were bodies of
men and wolves littering the ground around the ship. “Come on! We have to get
out of here before the wolves regroup and attack us. Come on!”
While the Vikings were running south
the moa were running north. They were both running up the same hill, but they
didn’t know that. Bang! Captain Valdemar crashed into the lead moa with so much
force, that they both went flying back down the hill!
“Stupid moa! I’ll skin you alive for that!” Valdemar shouted at the moa,
sprinting back up the hill. “Attack! It’s the moa!”
The Vikings charged. It was another bloody battle. It wasn’t as long as
the last one’ but it was just as violent.
Soon there was no living thing in
sight for three miles in every direction. The only survivors were a male and
female moa and Svengal.
“D-don’t k-kill m-me! T-this w-wasn’t m-my i-idea!” stammered
Svengal.
Unfortunately for him, the moa couldn’t understand humans. They charged
and pecked him so much, he fell to the ground bleeding so heavily that he died
after a few minutes. The
two moa raised a huge family and then, after
about five centuries, the moa tribe got back to its former glory. In the
1700’s, it happened again. But this time, instead of the Vikings, it was an
army of birds sent down by Ra the king of the gods. This time the attack did
not fail. It demolished the whole lot of moa tribe’s all around the world.
So
that is how the moa got extinct!
That's a great story Tim.
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