My night on Jelly Mountain

As I slipped out of the back door I felt a twang of sadness as I looked up at the home I had known as a child. But that was behind me now. I tiptoed to the back of the house where my quad bike was kept. I turned the ignition key and the engine started up in a soft low purr. Swinging my leg onto the bike and hauling myself up, I pointed my bike away from the house. Soon I was heading towards the entrance to Jelly Mountain.

Half an hour later I was crawling through the tunnel to the top of Jelly Mountain. As I reached the top I was almost blown over with the force of the wind. It was a very chilly wind and I was only wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. I tried to make a fire but the wind kept blowing it out as it roared around me like a pack of hungry lions. Suddenly I heard a commotion that (surprisingly) was louder than the wind. As I entered the tuatara clearing an amazing sight met my eyes. A young huia was surrounded by the Jelly mountain tuatara and was making an ear splitting racket. I rushed into the clearing, scooped up the little huia, and ran out again. I had completely forgotten about the wind and it nearly blew the tiny bird out of my arms. Suddenly my common sense kicked in. I lowered myself into the pit that I had had to climb up earlier that evening. As I plopped the little huia onto the ground my stomach growled. I pulled a cheese sandwich out of my pocket that I had nicked from the pantry earlier. I sighed and looked at the half-starved animal. He probably needed it more than I did. I held out the sandwich to him. He snatched it from me and began to devour it. I piled some leaves together and lay down. Pretty soon I was asleep.

The next morning I woke up and it looked like it was midday. The sun was blazing and it was extremely hot. I went off in search of food. I found a refreshing looking bush with juicy looking raspberries that were just ripe. When I returned I shared the berries with the huia who I named 'Hu-hu' Later that day I discovered an old well and got some surprisingly fresh water. I made up my mind right that instant to live on Jelly mountain for the rest of my life. Who knows? Maybe, when I'm older, I might write about this adventure. I'll call it: My night on Jelly Mountain....