By Ms Chan
Thousands of years ago, there lived a giant on a mountain. He was very, very tall. He was quite contented to be alone but one day, he became bored. So, he decided to leave his castle to go and terrorise the people living at the foot of the mountain.
He let out his loudest roar as he gleefully set on a path of destruction. The bored giant was no longer bored as he went on about his terrorising spree. He trampled on the buildings, pulled up the trees – trunks, roots and all. He picked up the cattle and the horses, and swallowed them whole.
Everyone was filled with terror especially the children. They were properly terrorised, much to the amusement of the wayward giant. All of the villagers ran for their lives, shrieking, “Run, run! Run for your lives!” So, they all ran for the woods.
When the cheerful giant left, the village chief rounded up the scattered villagers to plan a strategy to defeat the wicked ogre. Some folks suggested that since the giant was afraid of loud noises and bright lights, they could use fireworks to scare him away.
Thus, they began to make fireworks that would terrify the giant. It was hard work making fireworks that lit up the whole sky and sounded like a bomb. They toiled day and night and finally on the third day of their labour, the feat was accomplished.
The next night, the villagers climbed the mountain with great anticipation. They were going on an important mission – terrorising the giant! When they reached the giant’s castle, he was snoring away. The villagers lit the firecrackers and they exploded with an unholy vengeance. The giant woke up with a start. Truly and properly terrified, he ran down the mountain in a panic. He didn’t look where he was going so, he tumbled down the mountain like Jack and Jill did, and ended up at the bottom of the sea.
The moral of the story is “Don’t do evil else evil does you in!”