When she told Darel how much she liked the new painting, he told her it had to do with a dreaming story, about how the birds got their colours from the first rainbow arch that appeared in the sky. He had then told her the story.
‘At first the arch was only fairly small, but as it began to suck in more and more red, blue, green, yellow and purple colours from all around, it started to grow and pulsate.
Eventually, it grew so big, it exploded. The rainbow then became a million pieces that floated in the air as they slowly drifted toward the ground. And as the million colourful pieces fell towards the ground, the pieces then changed into all the birds we know today.
Some of the birds, like the crow, didn’t like the feeling of falling, and they screamed out in horror, making the sound: Aaahhh, Aaahhh.
Other birds, like the kookaburra, thought it was the funniest feeling they had ever had and started to laugh, making the sound: Haahaaa, Haahaaa.
And still other birds thought it was the most wonderful feeling of all, so they spread their wings wide, opened their throats, and started to sing the most beautiful songs you could ever hear.
And that’s how the birds got their colours and their voices - because of that rainbow, way back in the Dreamtime.’
That was the last dreaming story she had written in her diary. She thinks it would be so very sad if all those beautiful dreaming stories and words were lost forever. She’s so glad that Mrs Rutherford has taught Darel about her mother’s ways, and that she’s written the stories in her diary; not just for her own remembrance, but for Mrs Rutherford and Darel’s sake too.
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