“We all dream the same dream. Some of us, myself included, remember what it was like. You lot, I know for a fact, never experienced it. Yet we all have this same dream. Maybe not every night; but most.
“It’s that thing that few talk about. We all go through it; and the yearning afterwards. And we keep it quiet. Keep it inside as that. Just a dream.
“And it’s beautiful, isn’t it? The scenery and the feeling it brings. All that clear blue water and the myriad of fish; different fish. And the sea’s bottom, the wonderful seabed: sand further than the eye can see, so unlike this lagoon and its dark, thick forest of weeds.
“And that feeling of freedom, of being able to swim through those waters forever.
“And it’s so close. We all know just how close it is. If you let us through we can have the chance to gain that dream for future generations. And soon enough for us to live it.
“But if you stop us… then it’ll surely never happen. And we’ll carry on dreaming forever.”
A quiet came over the assembled Merlions as the Council’s Army bobbed in the water thinking. They could hear the other half approaching, agitated, and could sense a fight would start on their arrival.
They looked at one another, nodding in agreement, a scared yet hopeful look in their eyes and their commander said to the Merlion’s Uncle, “Okay, then, let’s do it. You lot first.”
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