My Place – 1788

Today I walked behind Barangaroo she had dingo on her it was warm, the big tree brunches hanged over with some light going through the gaps of the leaves. While the dead levels crunched every time you stepped. It smelled humid the sun was up there was still dew on the bushes which has been grown in the shade. It was a good day for hunting and there’s a lake near by to cool of.

We talked about getting Mung back into the tribe there was a agreement that a dance battle was to be called Who ever wins gets to fish. She did her dance moves which were pretty good but it was my time to go I flapped my wings no one answered were really every one knows it’s a wedged tail eagle it was time for voting I threatened them ha should of seen their wimpy faces then we took our spears to go fishing and the big ceremony worked and the big cod won him back