Tuesday, January 3, 2012

PSLE: Theft at the Market

                   “Mum, when I grow up, I will protect you from bad people,” Jie Lun spoke with a sparkle in his eyes as he bounced his way ahead.

                  “Sure, sure.  Of course, you will,” Mrs Lee replied, nodding her head while they were heading towards Mr Low’s stall.    Mrs Lee was a regular customer of Mr Low for his items were of a wide variety and were also very cheap and fresh.

                 It was a lovely morning and there was a hustle and bustle at the market which was packed like sardines.  The floor was wet and slippery and there was a fishy smell everywhere. 

                At Mr Low’s stall, Mrs Lee was making a selection of the vegetables.  Unknown to her, at this instant, a burly man was staring at her fat purse which had a few fifty-dollar notes inside.  As she was about to make her purchase, the beefy man snatched her purse and bolted off a streak of lightning. 

                Mrs Lee’s face turned as white as a sheet of paper and screeched, “Catch that bloody thief!”  Everyone’s attention was focused on the thief and some even ran after him. 

                The thief was about to run out of sight when suddenly, a huge cabbage flew across the stalls as if it had a pair of wings and hit the thief - bull’s eye- on the head.    The impact was so heavy that he fell victim to the slippery ground.  There was a loud thud on the floor.

                Mrs Lee regained her composure, rushed to the thief.  The man was rolling in pain.  The lady then took back her wallet.  In her anger, she took off one slipper and smacked him repeatedly, “You stupid thief!  How dare you steal from me!?  Idiot!”  Someone suggested to call the police but the thief pleaded for mercy and since Mrs Lee did not want to have any trouble, she decided to let him off.

               On the way, Jie Lun smiled to himself.  Little did Mrs Lee know that Jie Lun was the cabbage-throwing hero.  Indeed, Jie Lun kept his promise to protect his mother at all times.

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