One moonless dark night Maui gazed into the fire and said “Hmmm…” Maui wondered to himself “is fire able to be made” so he tested his hypothesis. Later that night when it was pitch black, not a single noise not a single light except the fiery hot heat of the flamey fire, he went to grab the water then quickly sprinted over to the fire on a quick paste, he dropped the tiniest drops of water onto the scorching humid fire. The fire went out. Maui laid down and waited until sun rise. 9 in the morning everyone woke up. They were furious at Maui “You terrible person!” they screamed with fury.
They forced Maui to go to the blistering sweltering hot volcano to get more fire, No one wanted to come with him, only his true friends, All the native New Zealand birds the (tui, weka, pūkeko, moa, kiwi and the takahē). He started to walk to the volcano he was sweating like usain bolt in A olympic race, he crossed the river filled with green scaly crocodiles. When he got through the river he had to walk through the tropical stormy desert, it was scorching hot but very stormy and damp. Dusty massive dust storms surrounding Maui on every angle, he sprinted like a new flash. Maui reached the other side of the desert taking him several hours, he saw a river, the volcano was on the other side of the river so he had to go through the last river, the Whanganui River.
Maui finally reached the volcano, black ash, fiery flames, bright orange lava everywhere, he entered the dangerous volcano and saw his aunt, Mahuika the ugly lava making lady. Maui asked dearly for a little flame from her. As he asked so politely and respectfully Mahuika she gave him one but Maui didn't use it to lite a fire instead he threw it into the river! The birds watched him do it, They were frozen in shock. Maui repeated this 8 more times, Every time making up a different excuse.
“It was raining and it went out, I hurt my leg and fell on it, the wind blew it out, I fell into the river, I ran into a tiki and the tiki stole it, the tui ate it, a bird stole it off me” Maui said. When Mahuika was on her last fire she was furious, She was so furious she bursted into flames squirting fire all over Maui. Her last flame blew up into a tree. Maui saw it blow up in the tree and started to climb it, he couldn't find it but he had an idea! “I am going to rub two pieces of wood together” Maui whispered to himself in excitement.
Maui ran to the pa and started to rub the wood lite gray smoke started to appear, Every second MAUI rubbed the wood faster and faster until sparks started to form, the people in the pa cried with joy “YAY, WE DON’T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT FIRE EVER AGAIN,” The sticks caught fire and Maui quickly put the fire onto a cluster of sticks. The cluster of sticks caught fire creating a historic thing that will never be forgotten.
