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Incident of the falling potted plant (Primary Three essay for 9 year olds, Elijah Wee, Singapore)


This is an essay I wrote during my Primary 3 (9 year old) days -"Incident of the falling potted plant".


A blazing blue sky poured down torrents of light and sunshine freckled the ground.  Mr. Mark was watering his plants.  Despite perspiring profusely under the hot and humid weather, he whistled gaily.

As he placed his water container back in a swift turn, his arm brushed against one of his potted plants and this resulted in the potted plant sailing through the air and hurtling towards to pavement below.  Mr. Mark, unable to rescue it, closed his eyes and prayed hard as the potted plant smashed to bits against the pavement.  There was a shocked passer-by who stood rooted to the ground.

She was dumbfounded for several seconds before flying into a rage.  Her face was a red mask of furyHer anger was very much like that of Medusa in an attackSeething with anger, she accusingly began to reprimand Mr. Mark.  In between this, she had threatened to call the police.

Mr. Mark’s face was a sheet of white and his hands were trembling.  “I’m so sorry.  It is all my fault!” Mr. Mark apologised sincerely, his face as pale as a ghost.  On seeing Mr. Mark’s remorseful expression, the passer-by calmed down and decided to let him off the hook this time.

It was indeed a close shave for Mr. Mark.  After that horrendous incident, he never placed his potted plants at the balcony’s ledge ever again.

I have been appalled at the incidents of killer litter here in Singapore. The good thing is that our government is putting many things in place to prevent and decrease such bad habits and possible accidents. Have you had any close shaves with killer litter?


Talk later,

Photo credit: *spo0ky* / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

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