He Oriori Hine e hine Taku mōkai taku ngākau Piri mai anō ki a au E awhi atu nei. E haere ana koe e hine E haere ana. Kaua e tangi e hine E ngote ki taku uma. Ahakoa tō pakupaku Kia mōhio koe, Ki tēnā kume ki tēnā E rere atu ana te miraka Kikī tonu ki te mamae. Ka mutu i konei e hine. E haere ana koe Ki ētahi atu. Ka riro atu koe Arā nā rāua tonu. Noho mai au e tangi atu nei Mamae ana e. Koiri ana te ngākau i te uma Aue te mamae e. Kia tipu koe e hine Ka hoki mai anō pea ki a au Kia pupuri anō au ki a koe Kia titiro noa atu Kia kōrero mai pea koe E Mā, e Mā, e Mā. nā Katarina Mataira

CHIPS by Patricia Grace After tea Anzac went out across the dry, brown-grassed yard to the wood pile under the plum trees. It was cooler there under the trees, but even so it seemed too hot for exercise. Well, Mum had said, ‘No wood, no breakfast,’ and she'd meant it too, so he supposed he'd better get on with it. If he hurried he might still be able to join the others down at the creek for a swim. He crossed the chip-covered patch to the stack of dry manuka trees where the axe had been struck heavily into the rata chopping block. You could tell it had been Richie's turn to chop the day before. Look at the way he always whacked the axe-head in so you could hardly get it out. Richie always went wild went it was his turn to chop. Anzac curled his thin brown fingers around the warm smoothness of the axe handle and levered it up and down, then form side to side until it loosened. He didn't mind chopping—good for you—made you big and strong. He wished he was big and strong, then he wouldn't have to worry about those dumb boys at school who said, ‘You do my sums or I wait for you after school.’ And they did wait. They waited whether he did their sums or not, just because he was smaller and younger than any of the other standard six kids. He swung the axe high over his shoulder and let it drop heavily into the flakey barked manuka stem. Now another high swing and he let it fall an inch to the right this time, slanting it into the first cut. A small chip jetted sideways, landed with a soft click and shuffled in among the parings from the day before. Everything had been all right for him last year when Richie and Bob had still at primary school. Richie and Bob wouldn't let anyone touch him. But now they were at High School