Week 11 - The boy and the book land by Rawiri

As I fly my kite, more and more mountains, bushes and grass.

My little world is coming together, one by one more detail come in that means the more detail, the more stuff comes into my little world.

Then some more people come with kites and fly their kites.

I try to tell them what the beginning looked like but nobody believed me.

I tried and tried but still nobody believed me.

But then thought of“what if I ripped the page, it might actually work” so I went to the edge of the page tried to rip the page.

But it was like going into a mincer trying to chop me up so I couldn't rip it so the book began closing.

Then it was shut the boys world was in a long sleep.

By Rawiri