Picture Book Draft
In the land of New Zealand, the mountains are high and
the forests are low. There are beaches, hills, plains, and of course volcanic
plateaus. But what we really look for are the subtropical forests, where the
baby kiwi bird lives in his great bush. Now this kiwi was different from the
others. Oh yes, the kiwi was very different from the others. Instead of playing
hide and seek with his friends, no the baby kiwi dreamt and dreamt. Now this
kiwi had many dreams, but not enough to satisfy it seems. But there is one
dream he always had. The dream was to fly and that’s was not bad. He went to
his father to tell him the dream, so went off to see his father who was
drinking from a stream. “Oh Father, Oh Father!” the baby kiwi cried, “I want to
fly, I want to fly!” the kiwi smiled wide. Now the father looked at him with a
sigh, and told him he would never be able to fly. Baby kiwi became sad, but
that wasn’t too bad. The baby kiwi wanted a better answer, so he went to the
wise Tuatara, who was once a dancer. “Oh Tuatara, Oh Tuatara,” the kiwi cried,
“I want to fly, I want to fly,” the kiwi smiled wide. Now the wise Tuatara
became very serious, but the kiwi knew he was never mysterious. “I tell you, I
tell you,” the Tuatara said. “Little kiwi, without wings how can you fly?” and
the lizard went to bed. This gave kiwi an idea, he went back home passing a
tortilla. “I will fly,” the kiwi said, “I will create a machine that will let
me go high.” The kiwi went home to get some supplies, and he vowed to never
tell himself lies. The kiwi created a machine to help him fly, but as it turns
out, the machine did not make him go high. The kiwi tried again updating his
machine that will make him fly, and this time the machine mad him go high.
Passing his father and his friend, he knew that imagining will never lead him
to a dead end. The kiwi flew farther with his machine, passing the wise lizard
and above the grass which was green.
