Commentary:
About one quarter of year 4 students and half of year 8 students scored strongly (total of 6 or more) on this task.

YEAR 4 – HIGH RANGE:	YEAR 8 – HIGH RANGE:
Once There was a baby named Te Potiki her mother thew her baby into the sea she didn’t want to do it but it was for the baby’s good she did it when the baby was asleep There was a stonrg worria who was walking up a cliff he was Just going for a walk he was camping with other worrias Then he saw The baby raced home he was very puffed Then he told The others everyone was suripeds [surprised] When They heard They told him to go back bring her here and don’t forget to see if she is still beathing So he went back he draged her out of the water her checked if she was still beathing she was he woke her up and carried her to where they where staying.	The Mäori cheif stood on a rock that overlooked the sea. He held a sack, a baby, sleeping inside. He just couldn’t look after it. Its mother had died. “Goodbye, Te Potiki” With that, he tossed the baby into the sea. The baby, Te Potiki floated through the ocean. Sloshing about. And all the while, it slept. Birds flew overhead to investigate on the baby sibling. Even the screeching didn’t awaken Te Potiki. The Mäori cheif of Whangarei was pacing around the beach. What would he do to his kapa haka team. As he was nervously thinking, he saw a pepe, sleeping in a moist blanket. “And who would have done such a thing!?” He carried Te Potiki back to the village. While his tribe was practicing the haka, the chief carried a bundle. “Whats that!?” Asked one of the boys. “A new member to our whanau. His name is Te Potiki. This piece of flax says so.” So there it was. A new baby for chief Maui to look after.
There was once a baby who’s farther wanted to kill him. So the mother threw the baby into the sea for she knew it was his only chance for survival A few weeks later a man who longed to have a baby found one on the beach. “You will be my son,” the man said When the boy grew older his farther trained him to be strong like him. Finally he grew into a strong man and he too when he was older longed for a baby.	Everybody bowed as the chief made his way up the pride rock. He was a perfect man who everyone idled because of his strength and loyalty. A murmur went through the crowd as a little boy ran to the chief. “Sir, there’s a baby drowning in the great blue ocean!” “Let me see!” roared the Chief. In the middle of the shore over everybodies heads was a baby getting thrown around by the waves. “I must save him!” said the Chief. The chief dived into the water and rescued the baby boy and brought him onto land. “I will name him future chief!” exclaimed the chief.
Once there lived a very healthy lady She gave birth to baby and it was a boy. Every baby boy had to be killed so she let the baby boy go out to see. It washed up onto a Island and a Cheif found him and made him his son and named him Te Potiki. Te Potiki grew up to be a very strong boy and was the strongest boy on the island he knew his father was going to die. Te Potiki’s dad died and he became a very strong cheif. THE END	Te Potiki was wrapped up in a cloth by his mother who could not keep him. He fell fast asleep and floated off into the distance not knowing where his was going to land. A tall brown man found Te Potiki washed up on the shore. ‘He’s still alive’ he thought watching the cloth go up and down. Questions floated around in his head about who this baby is and where it came from. ‘I will guard this baby with my life and care for him like a real father would’ Te Potiki’s founder thought holding the little baby boy over his shoulder. Te Potiki grew into a handsome young man and learnt the ways of a true maori. His mother and father still unkown.
YEAR 4 – MID RANGE:	YEAR 8 – MID RANGE:
The man is singing and dancing while another man is watching. Mean while in the water a baby comes in. The man finds the baby and keeps her Now he has got a baby and he is king of Te Potiki	Once a pon a time there was a little baby called Te Potiki. He once got lost in a storm and was floating in the deep blue sea. One day a man was walking along the beach when he saw Te Potiki. So he decided to make him his child. And he took him home. The man was so proud he found him self a child he decided to stand on a really high rock and stood and stared at the sky. As years went by Te Potiki grew up to be young fine looking boy. “He is old anough to learn to fight” his father said in a big voice.
Te potiki was in the sea. She was asleep in there. She didn’t even know that she was in the sea. The birds were flying up high and the birds said who’s that? The men was angry because someone put Te Potiki in the sea. The man went and save Te Potiki. He was happy now. He was standing on a rock. The man was looking at the boy and said did you put Te potiki in the sea? The boy said NO. The man said where is she then? The boy said I don’t know. The man found Te Potiki on the rock sleeping. Te potiki didn’t even woke up not even once. The man found Te potiki and the man was very happy.	On a cloudy morning, at the beach, a little baby was floating in the ocean. The little baby was wrapped in some hair. He had been abandoned by his mother. A Mäori chief who happened to be at the beach that morning saw the little baby and was quite surprised to see it floating in the ocean wrapped in hair. So, he rescued the little baby. Years went by and the little baby grew into a teenager. He stayed and lived in the tribe. One day, the boy said to the chief. “I want to go and find a home for myself.” So the chief let him and the boy set off. After many years, the boy – who was no longer a boy, but a man – had become a cheif himself. The end.
One day a mother sent her child away in her hair The baby was washed up on shore and found the baby and took it back to his camp and named him Te Potiki. One day Te Potiki was doing the haka and then he done some exisize. In summer he become real powerful and left the village.	A strange lady gave birth to a blessed child but she could not live on any longer so she cut her hair and wrapped it around the baby and sent to sea. The baby was on shore, still sleeping. A man came and found him. “From now on, this baby should be called ‘Te Potiki’!”. A decade grew on and the young Te Potiki was yearning to be young and brave and a warrior like the man who looked after him. Another decade grew and Te Potiki’s desire came true “yound and brave like the warrior who looked after me!”.