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Voyage to a new life - a coconut's tale | Story for 10 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here's a short story I wrote about the "Voyage to a new life - a coconut's tale".




         Do you know who I am? Let me give you a clue. I am the common fruit you see on trees flourishing by the coast with a brown husk. Yes, you have it right. I am no other than a smooth skin coconut! Let me tell you about my life. I have always had a laid-back life, spending my time relaxing and gazing the surroundings around me. The other day I caught a glimpse of a boy who had looked exactly like a barrel. However, my peaceful and comfortable life soon changed forever on that fateful Friday afternoon …

         The sea glittered invitingly under the rays of sunshine, beckoning people to swim in its cold but nonetheless refreshing waters. As usual, I was doing my business of gazing around, marveling the beautiful scenery. I was daydreaming that I had barely noticed a monkey reaching out and snatching me from my dear mother!

         “Put me down!” I yelled at the top of my voice, trying to shake myself out of its grip.

         “Ha! You silly coconut. You think I was born yesterday?” The monkey chuckled as he said so. He grinned smugly at me and was absolutely so amused by my ranting that he failed to notice his hands had lost a grip on me.

         A few seconds later and the monkey dropped me into the ocean. Into the seawaters I went. “Ha! Now who has the last laugh?” I burst out into gales of laughter. The monkey’s disappointed countenance was really extremely funny!

         At that juncture, the coast seemed miles and miles away from me. As if mocking me, the coast continued to diminish unrelentingly into the distance from me. Huh? What was happening? Then it hit me like a delayed action time-bomb.

         I was actually being swept out to sea!

         Trying to get back to shore, I summoned every once of my strength to get myself back to dry land. Despite my continuous attempts, I still could not move an inch! As hapless as a baby, I could only bob up and down the playful seawaters, and watch myself being swept out to the unknown waters. The choppy waters were indeed not my cup of tea. Definitely not where I had wanted to spend my next few days in. Just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. What if I have to spend the rest of my life in the ocean, forlorn and miserable? What if I never step foot on dry land ever again? I quivered at these stark possibilities.

         Deeply musing in the deepest recesses of my mind, I failed to notice that day had turned into night. The skies were now blank and filled with twinkling stars. As night engulfed the area, I began to yawn loudly, signaling my bedtime. Too soon, I drifted into Dreamland.

         “Wake up.”

         I was immediately jolted out of my much needed slumber. Huh? Where was I? And whose voice was that? As I sat myself up, memories came flooding to me. The waves … the ocean. Then, I found myself looking into the curious eyes of a crab.

         “Good morning. This is Singapore, the garden city as its citizens here call it,” the crab said immediately. After exchanging a polite greeting, the crab told me how he had found me last night bobbing near the shoreline and had scurried out to tug me back to shore. “You should be thanking the Heavens that I, your savior has come to save you. By the way, do you know that you were snoring the whole night? Your snoring was really as loud as a operational chainsaw!” The crab grumbled, his eyes fixated on me. My face turned as red as a tomato.

         Fortunately, the crab was a kind friend. He helped me find the perfect sport for me to settle and grow. “Thank you for being so kind,” I blurted out appreciatively. The crab really deserved his name. “The kindest crab on Singapore!”

         Time really passed by like the wind, so swift. Pretty soon, I matured. I thought about my mother, leading a good life along the coast of Malaysia. Well, she will definitely enjoy herself without having to take care of me!

         “Hey Dominic, look!” A voice jolted me from my train of thoughts. “A sprouting coconut tree! When do you think it started to germinating?” the voice belonged to a little girl. She wore a flock and breeches like a boy. “Jane, Jane. You are indeed so inquisitive!” Dominic said, his belly shaking. On hearing their hilarious conversation, I flashed a broad smile.

         A new life has just begun for me in a foreign land with new people, new challenges, new weather conditions. Once again, I grinned from ear to ear and this time in sheer delight.

          A new chapter in my life has definitely just begun.

Do you like coconuts? I love the drink - very refreshing!

Till the next time,
Elijah Wee, Singapore

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