When I was a kid, I was waiting for my father to come pick me up in front of the school I used to attend. At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the license plate. All I knew was what the car looked like and its color, a dark shade of green.
A car that looked just like ours pulled up. I walked toward it, opened the back door and hopped in. To my surprise, it was not my father who was sitting behind the wheel, but a completely different man. There was also another man in the front seat by his side, and they were talking, discussing some business, too distracted to notice that the wrong kid had entered the car. The driver turned to key, started the car, and I almost freaked out, so scared to be taken away by two strangers. I knew they were not kidnappers or anything, they simply didn't pay much attention to whom had sat behind them.
My voice shaked a little as I told them I had gotten into the wrong vehicle. Only then they realized they had almost driven away with a stranger in their car. I got out in a hurry, utterly embarrassed, afraid of what my father would say in case he had seen the whole thing happen. But I did learn my lesson and I always check things twice.
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This is what I know about that myth though...hope it helps
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Similar to the Haida, the Maori greatly valued nature, family, and love, and used to include in their myths stories that emphasized and show the importance of these elements.
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