Once upon a time, there was a prince called Peanut Butter. He lived in a farm with his father and about a hundred servants. His father had been bugging him to get married some time. You see Peanut Butter is not exactly your knight in shining armour. He is horribly ugly and likes to burp.
"One hour of bugging from my father is long enough," said Peanut Butter.
He had to go find a princess to get married. He said to himself, "Why is it that the prince has to go looking and never the princess?" So Peanut Butter (PB) started packing for his journey.
He started off by looking for the well-known princess, Sleeping Beauty. PB went to the castle and saw her in a cradle. He tried to wake her up but she started crying, "Moo, moo, moo."
PB could not stand the crying and told her, "Put a sock in it!"
She then started chewing on a sock! He decided not to marry her because she smelled like grandma's feet.
PB left the castle and went looking for another princess, Rabaldzel. He found the castle in the middle of the desert. She was in a room at the top of the castle. One problem, there was no door. So he called "Rabaldzel, Rabaldzel, let down your rope."
You see, as her name was Rabaldzel, she was bald. He did not like her either because she was annoying.
He still had one more princess to visit, Cinderella. She had two ugly step sisters and a step mother. PB was greeted warmly by them. He immediately fell in love with Panda, one of the step sisters. In the end, he got married to Panda and lived horribly ever ugly.
-Karthikeyan Selvarajah
Age 12, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
LAMB CAUSES CHAOS AT SCHOOL
By Mother Goose
Parents are still punishing the lamb. It is proven the lamb ate their children’s pants last week. All the parents are lining up from school to Elf Land to smack the lamb on its bum.
Photographers went to the school to take some photos of the bulging red bum belonging to the unhappy lamb.
The lamb said, “I didn’t bring money because Mary didn’t fill up my wallet with money so I can’t buy any food. And when I saw those delicious–looking pants, well you know what happened.”
Mary promised to fill up its wallet everyday and scolded it for being so silly. Parents from all over the country are donating pants to the lamb in case Mary forgets.
--Ng Zi Ling
SRK (C) Yuk Chai
Age 11, 2008
The Assassin
As the rain water started to drip down the brim of the peak of his cap, his arms began to stiffen from holding his upper body weight from the ground, so he tried to loosen his muscles with some small stretches. He could feel the dampness seeping through his shirt. His body started to shiver because of the coldness and he wished badly that he could light up a cigarette anytime soon. Under the shrubs, he fixed his sight at the abandoned house. As he was fixing his gaze through the scope he saw a movement. A car was passing through the lonely road, heading towards the bungalow. He lifted the rifle once again and sighted down to the front of the house. It was an old house.
There were vines hanging from the rooftop down along the wall. The house was surrounded by old and mouldy wooden fence and beyond the fences was a garden. The garden was infested with wild, thorny weed grass. There was a stone path leading towards the main door. The windows around the house looked grubby and some of them were even broken. A sudden lightning ripped through the dark clouds. Wet puddles filled the holes along the road. The car continued its journey and he lowered his guard.
He was lying down under the tree, a big and shady willow at the hillside. He had been there for hours watching over the small cottage houses down below. It has been drizzling since morning and the floor was damp. He hated the weather. It was cold and his clothes were wet but it has stopped raining, at least. He fixed his sight at the small abandoned house.
The calmness of the hillside was suddenly broken by the sound of engine. With his sensitive ears, he knew it was the target, heading down the road towards the house. He chewed his gum and lifted the rifle. Once again, he sighted down to the front of the house.
The blue car turned off the road onto the muddy, rutted path leading to the house. A man was driving the car. It was an old Nissan with a damaged bumper. He noticed that the windscreen wiper was defective too. The man stopped his car at the front of the gate. He stepped out onto a puddle of water as he came out of his car. Cursing under his breath, he leaned on his car and lit a cigarette. He was waiting for someone.
It started to drizzle again. The man walked briskly into the shelter of the front porch. He sat on the bench and watched the rain. He felt a chill as the wind blew. He got up again and lit another cigarette. This time, the assassin lifted up his rifle and aimed quietly at him. The sound of gunshot echoed through the quiet drizzle.
The assassin packed his things and picked up the cartridge case lying on the wet ground. He hiked down to his car and disappeared.
The front porch lay silent as it continued to drizzle.
-Pua Yu Min
There were vines hanging from the rooftop down along the wall. The house was surrounded by old and mouldy wooden fence and beyond the fences was a garden. The garden was infested with wild, thorny weed grass. There was a stone path leading towards the main door. The windows around the house looked grubby and some of them were even broken. A sudden lightning ripped through the dark clouds. Wet puddles filled the holes along the road. The car continued its journey and he lowered his guard.
He was lying down under the tree, a big and shady willow at the hillside. He had been there for hours watching over the small cottage houses down below. It has been drizzling since morning and the floor was damp. He hated the weather. It was cold and his clothes were wet but it has stopped raining, at least. He fixed his sight at the small abandoned house.
The calmness of the hillside was suddenly broken by the sound of engine. With his sensitive ears, he knew it was the target, heading down the road towards the house. He chewed his gum and lifted the rifle. Once again, he sighted down to the front of the house.
The blue car turned off the road onto the muddy, rutted path leading to the house. A man was driving the car. It was an old Nissan with a damaged bumper. He noticed that the windscreen wiper was defective too. The man stopped his car at the front of the gate. He stepped out onto a puddle of water as he came out of his car. Cursing under his breath, he leaned on his car and lit a cigarette. He was waiting for someone.
It started to drizzle again. The man walked briskly into the shelter of the front porch. He sat on the bench and watched the rain. He felt a chill as the wind blew. He got up again and lit another cigarette. This time, the assassin lifted up his rifle and aimed quietly at him. The sound of gunshot echoed through the quiet drizzle.
The assassin packed his things and picked up the cartridge case lying on the wet ground. He hiked down to his car and disappeared.
The front porch lay silent as it continued to drizzle.
-Pua Yu Min
SMK Damansara Jaya,
Age 16, 2008
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