Sonny's Hangi Story

The blistering burning flame burnt a little tear out of my glazing eye. The scoarching fire was no ordinary fire, it had stones in it not your ones you skim in the sea or put on your back to create a magic massage. They were ones that you placed in an underground hole. We filled the hole with the tender meat and hard delicious vegetables in sacks and on hot trays. We covered the holes in pure earth and stepped away. We waited many long hours, tummies rumbling and we watched the cooked food getting taken out. A dribble of saliva came out of my mouth. We ate the scrumptious food. By Sonny