The prickles were painfully stabbed into my skin. I searched for black berries in the bush as Mum said “I don’t think there are any here.” “There has to be,” I sobbed back,”I don’t think we came early enough,” she replied. “We probably came too late in the season.” “ I told you mum, I have told you for the last two weeks” I yell back. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she hugged me. “The only other place to look would be the mountain bike tracks” dad said, “Okay” I replied. We drove in the car up to the mountain bike tracks at Bluespure. We pulled up at a clearing with lots of black berry plants. “ Mum get the container there is black berries. ” I yelled joyfully. We got about 5 or 6 black berries from those plants. Then we carried on to some black berry plants up the road and so on. In the end we got quite a few black berries.”Next week we will go to Kortarangi to look.” The End
Have you ever eaten a Blackberry?