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The Mango Theft Incident | Elijah Wee | Primary Three (9 year olds) Essay | Singapore

Here's another essay from my Ngee Ann Primary School Primary Three collection entitled "The Mango Theft Incident".

It was a tranquil Saturday afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the clouds. John was taking a stroll along the pavement. He had not eaten anything for breakfast and lunch as he had no mood to eat. “I should have eaten,” Jon thought to himself.

As John was about to reach home, he shot furtive glances at Mrs Toh’s garden. Mrs Toh was John’s neighbor. She had always liked planting mango trees, so when John saw a mango tree which had a lot of ripe mangoes on it, his stomach growled in hunger. He was thrilled to bits when he saw the mangoes. John rubbed his hands gleefully and decided to steal a mango.

John clambered over the fence and crept quietly into Mrs Toh’s garden. He scaled up the tree. Hands trembling, John plucked the mango closest to him. He was about the climb down when the branch that he was clinging onto suddenly snapped. John landed with a thud onto the ground. Pain shot through his body. John howled in pain. At that moment, Mrs Toh came out through the back door. When Mrs Toh saw John lying on the ground she was shocked. After asking John to explain what had happened, Mrs Toh consoled John before taking him back to his house.

Mrs Toh knocked on the door of John’s house. When Mrs Tan, John’s mother, opened the door, Mrs Toh said that she wanted to have a talk with her. Mrs Ton informed Mrs Tan that John had stolen a mango from her garden. Within minutes of Mrs Toh’s departure, Mrs Tan’s eyes narrowed and John felt as though they would burn right through him. “You should have eaten when you had the chance, not stealing a mango to eat! See, now you have sprained your leg!” Mrs Tan berated loudly. John felt as helpless as a baby while listening to his mother. “I’m sorry, Mum, for stealing a mango!” John apologised ruefully.

Since that incident, John never again tried to steal.

It certainly does not pay when you try to take things which do not belong to you. Crime does not pay ... and justice does tend to have a way to bite you back!

C u later!
Elijah Wee

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