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A Burglary by deceit | Essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Burglaries come in many forms these days. Here is one which was led by deceit.



A Burglary
    “Ahh … ,” heaving a sigh of relief, Mrs Lee slumped down in her sofa with a glass of ice-cold grape juice in her hand. She had just finished doing the housework and could finally take a break.

    Just then, the doorbell rang, almost startling Mrs Lee who was then sipping her grape juice. Feeling slightly annoyed, she reluctantly stood up and dragged her feet to the door. Mrs Lee opened the door by a fraction and saw an earnest looking man standing at the doorstep.

    “Good afternoon Madam. I am from the Happy Children Charity. Every month, we donate thousands of dollars to the less fortunate children. When you donate fifty dollars, you would also be entitled to a free ABC stainless steel frying pan.  If you give me some of your precious time, I can show you the frying pan,” chirped the smiling salesman. The salesman looked middle-aged and was clad in a neatly pressed long-sleeved shirt and business pants. “He looks harmless enough,” thought Mrs Lee as she let her guard down and invited the man readily into her apartment.
                  
    Moments after closing the door behind her, Mrs Lee froze in fear as she felt the cold blade of a knife against her neck.  An icy fear crept up her spine and her heart began to beat wildly.  “One sound from you lady and you will regret it,” the salesman hissed menacingly at Mrs Lee, an evil glint in his eyes.  Scared out of her wits, her face having turned as white as a sheet, Mrs Lee could only nod meekly as the salesman pushed her into a chair, bound her with a tough cord and gagged her with a dirty smelly old sock.

    Cackling wickedly, the rogue started rummaging through the drawers in the living room and the bedrooms.  A loud yelp of utter delight was heard from Mrs Lee’s master bedroom.  The man was in cloud nine as he had just uncovered a diamond necklace, a diamond ring, a gold Rolex watch and cash amounting to ten thousand dollars!  Sweeping the loot into the knapsack he was carrying, the robber emerged from the master bedroom beaming, like a cat who had got its cream.  Then, with a smirk on his face and a sarcastic farewell wave, the robber stepped out of the apartment, leaving the main door ajar.  A sense of loss swept over Mrs Lee like a tidal wave as she looked on helplessly, tears running down her cheeks.

    Meanwhile, at that fateful moment, Mr Tan, Mrs Lee’s neighbour, was returning home from work.  Seeing a suspicious looking man leaving Mrs Lee’s apartment with a bulging knapsack slung on his shoulder, Mr Tan hastened to peek into Mrs Lee’s apartment.  When he saw Mrs Lee tied up in the living room, his jaw dropped and his heart palpitated wildly.  Realising what had happened, Mr Tan, as brave as a lion, took to his heels like an Olympic sprinter after the robber.  No match for Mr Tan, who was a Taekwondo expert, the robber struggled in vain and was pinned down.  At that moment, the other neighbours had also heard the commotion.  One of her neighbours helped to release Mrs Lee while the other assisted in calling the police.

    Though Mr Tan’s timely return had helped Mrs Lee recover all her valuables, she was badly traumatised by the terrible ordeal.  The nightmarish experience is still deeply etched at the back of her mind today and remains a chip on her shoulder.

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Till the next time,

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