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.