The Black Robin

Long Long ago in the lands of Aotearoa a white bird sawed across the island with grace and harmony. Although the bird was small it had mighty power to change the colours of  Aotearoa. The bird changed the colours of flowers it brought the colours of night and day, it kept the lands nice and green and fresh for the other animals on the island.   One day the bird didn’t fly over the lands know one had seen the bird at all, and because the bird brought the colours of night and day, the sky was filled with a pitch black lurking darkness, the creatures were scared and that only made the sky darker.  

The creatures of the land looked high and low to find the white bird but it was nowhere to be seen. They came across a small village with a huddled up tribe looking at something with excitement while there bellies rumbled. Before they could look someone from the tribe snatched the creachers and took them into one of the Teepees where the white bird had been kept. They were glad they found the white bird but sad because their trapped and they might never see daylight again. The white bird remembered … it’s still a bird and he pecked through the net and they all escaped. The white bird sawed through the black sky but it was too late the sky was to dark, the only way for day to come was that the bird had to take the colour and put it into him. The bird started flapping and then he started to glow, all the darkness was being sucked into him then poof. The white bird was a pitch black colour. And that's the story about the black robin and how it became black.