Porquoi Story By Fine & Yvette

Long ago, when all was quiet and sorrowful there lived a couple and their five daughters. Serena, Sina, Samaria, Sasa’e and Silei.The large family lived in a village where no songs were sung, no parties were celebrated and where no children played out on the streets. The mother chose all of her daughters to start with an S, this was because her gratefulness desperately craved to honour Samoa. But her husband was not so cheerful on this opinion and chose the youngest daughter of his childings a new name. “ I will name the youngest daughter of mine after my dearest deceased mother, Teuila”. As young Teuila grew old her elder sisters would take turns in teasing Teuila. “TEUILA’S IN! TEUILA’S IN! TEUILA’S IN THE RUBBISH BIN! This caused Teuila to cry. Most times when the water that filled Teuila’s eyes flowed down her cheek, she would run into her room emotionally and upset, crying herself to sleep. But this unusual time she carried herself and the tears flowing down her cheek and ran until she reached an unfamiliar, yet comfortable forest. She lay her legs onto the green blanket beneath her and weeped until a light shaded blue bird appeared. The coloured bird sung a beautiful melody that carried Teuila up off the soft grass and onto her feet. She twirled and jumped.  “Teuila! Teuila! Come Home! Supper is awaiting you!” her mother yelled. Before Teuila even had a split second to realise what she was doing, she ran her feet back to the village of her home. The next morning Teuila ran back to the forest, only to find more blue shaded birds chirping a more beautiful yet elegant sound. She sat on her feet and moved her hands to the rhythm of the birds tweeting something much like the word Siva, so Teuila named her actions and movements after the blue shaded birds tweets.Teuila’s determination to bring happiness to her village had grew and one day Teuila finally had enough courage and confidence to present siva to her village. She ran herself outside only to find a muddy layer of ground and leaves scattered upon the brown dry grass.“Where is everyone” She mumbled underneath her breath. Teuila questioned herself something she knew the answer to. Her hope of bringing joy to the village had not succeeded, not yet. Teuila had thought of many hypothesis’ of what might bring villagers outside until she had a brilliant idea, it was crazy but crazy enough to work.Quickly, young Teuila ran herself to the forest and called upon the beautiful butterflies. “Butterflies please come to the village I live upon and show off your one-of-a-kind wings.” The butterflies were honored. They fluttered their wings and followed Teuila to the village. Teuila called out “COME OUT! COME OUT ! COME OUT AND SEE THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES THAT FLY UPON ME !”The villagers distracted, Teuila ran back to the forest and called upon the birds.“Birds, come out and follow me to the village. Chirp the sound that I had once heard when I visited”. As well as the butterflies the birds fluttered their wings and followed Teuila.  As Teuila came back the villagers stopped glancing upon the butterflies and stared at Teuila, they were amazed at the butterflies but still curious about what this young girl was trying to achieve.The birds began to chirp the beautiful sound they had once made and Teuila swayed her hands and twirled her feet. Teuila’s family came out only to smile and make their own Siva moves. “HOORAY TO TEUILA FOR RESTORING THE HAPPINESS OF THE VILLAGE” shouted out the villagers. Teuila had fallen in love with Siva so much that when she was old enough, she changed her name to Siva with the permission of her father. The village had once again come to life.That is the story of how “Siva” or as most people may say “Dance” came to Samoa.

This is my story that I created with a classmate. It is a porquoi/Myths and legends story. It is about how Dance came to Samoa.