Clean Up After Your Mess

HUI Leng likes Milo. She has it three times a day, one for breakfast, another for tea, and the last one for a nightcap. Yesterday, at about four o’clock after she finished writing out a four-line answer on how the digestive juices work, she tipped her mug over her desk. “Crash!” There goes her last gulp of Milo and her darling polka-dotted mug.

“Auntie!” she screamed. “Come and clean this up!”

Alas, Auntie was busy pounding dried prawns with belachan, so Hui Leng just jumped into bed and took a nap. Presently, Smokey, her puppy, scampered into the bedroom and sniffed at the mug’s handle, then a chip off its lip. As he stepped back, he started and howled. Hui Leng started herself. A small shard had nicked his front left paw.

Poor Smokey! If only Hui Leng hadn’t been so spoiled and lazy, he wouldn’t have been hurt.

(151 words)

***
Faith Yang, Primary Four
January 2016

Also by Faith: Charred Onions and a Sooty Kitchen


This essay was written in response to three pictures:

  • a broken mug
  • a broom and dustpan
  • a puppy

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