Centuries ago, at a time when there was no Four Square and no Pac-Man, there was a small village. There lived Rona, her partner and two sons. Rona was equipped with eyes of emerald and hair of flowers. She was as beautiful as the ocean. Even though she was so beautiful, she had issues with her anger.
Rona’s partner was great at fishing. She wanted to prove to him that she was good as well.
This led to a huge argument, but after a while the partner soon gave in. OK OK, calm down… “It’s a great day for fishing tonight, The skies are as soft cotton!... You can take care of the Hangi”... Rona was as quick as lightning, in just fifteen minutes, Rona had almost finished the Hangi, but soon realised she had run out of water. She had to head toward the closest lake possible but the moon hid behind a cloud. Rona crashed over a root. She flew through the air like a bird. Trip! “Ouch, Ouch!” exclaimed Rona. “Pokokohua!” “Boil your head!” The Marama heard this curse and swiftly snatched Rona from the ground… Rona’s partner and sons had arrived. “Look, up there, Rona!!” one of the sons cried” The two others had noticed… And that was the end of this story… Rona and the Moon.
