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The Killer Litter Incident | essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

I am back now with an essay I wrote about "The Killer Litter Incident" during my Primary Three (i.e. 9 year old) days in Ngee Ann Primary School.

“Goodbye, I will see you tomorrow!” Tom shouted as he waved farewell to his friend. It was a sweltering hot afternoon and all Tom wanted to do was to have a cold shower. With the image of cold water beating his back, Tom took to his heels and made his way.

On his way home, Tom noticed a man on the fourth storey. His face was a red mask of fury because he wanted some money from his wife to buy beer but his wife refused to give it to him. The man had an angry expression on his face. Tom saw him carrying a television set. With an ear-piercing scream, the man threw the television set out the window. Just then, an unsuspecting woman was walking by.  Tom tried to warn the woman but it was too late.

The television set sailed through the air and hit the woman on the head. The woman fainted and blood gushed out from her head. Without hesitation, Tom made a beeline to the nearest telephone booth and called the police and the ambulance. He also informed the police what had happened.

Within minutes, the police and the ambulance arrived. The paramedics gingerly placed the woman onto a stretcher before she was whizzed off to the Singapore General Hospital. The police then proceeded to cordon off the area. After asking Tom what he had witnessed, they went up to the fourth floor and arrested the man. After that incident, shards of broken glass and blood stains could be seen around the area.

 Any experiences or close shaves to share on your part on killer litter?

 Till the next time,
Elijah Wee

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