Vikram's World

The warriors kept themselves silently veiled behind either bush or tree, their weapons concealed. The evergreen forest was dense and very little light penetrated through the trees. A moa was busy pulling out and swallowing worms from a hole in the grass, unaware of the danger that lurked. Just then one of the warriors threw his spear and hit the moa in its side. The warriors waited for their target to fall and succumb to its wounds. They emerged from their hiding places when they felt it was safe and carried their kill back to their village with them. They were of the Ngati Haua tribe and the chief welcomed them back with the traditional welcome Haka to celebrate their successful hunt. That night the hunt was celebrated at a feast; a new hunter was to be picked to lead the tribe’s hunting team, a man who scored a direct hit. The evening was filled with music and dance with poi balls and vibrant attire adorned by both men and women. It was outside the marae in which chief A

“Yaaah!” the terrified Winkie guard backed away from the prisoner behind the iron bars as soon as he got near, nervously clutching the glass of milk, now shaking in his hands. His screams were due to the Animal prisoner, a Lion called Leo who eyed him and snarled. “Where is Dorothy?!” thundered the Lion. “Sh-e is the Witch’s slave” stuttered the guard who was just able to snap his fingers and the presence of other guards of his kind were enough to take away his fear. The Lion chuckled and said “You seem to forget that I am more scared of you than you of me. It is amusing that the presence of your accomplices makes you braver”. The Winkie guard cut him short “I do not need to heed your words Lion. This place is where we do the talking, you listen”. “I refuse to listen” responded Leo. As he began to pace back and forth like any caged Animal would “I know that you want me to do something for you in order to earn that milk you have with you”. “Our mistress will hear of this!” yelled one o