Tuesday, 4 March 2014

250 Words: The Merlion (Part Two)

One day, not long after the pirates were first seen off the coast of Singapore, a small boy approached the pool where the Merlion lay.  He had often enjoyed watching out for the Guardian of Singapore from the hill where he and his family lived and was saddened by news of the Merlion’s plight.  Moved also by the sighting of pirates, he had walked across the island to see if he could help.

He was a very intuitive young man, this boy.  All his life he’d had a way with knowing how animals felt from their facial expressions alone.  Where most people used veterinary science to explain symptoms, the boy could often tell from one look at their face or, sometimes, demeanour.

And so it was possible that he might just be the best hope for Singapore and the Merlion.

Upon arrival the boy found a great mass of hair rising out of what had once clearly been a pool; and it took several minutes of digging through to find the Merlion’s face rising just above the waterline.  A face down turned with big, sad watery eyes.  

Now many others had seen this face already and not been able to put two and two together because they thought only of the Merlion as a beast of unfailing duty; a robot if you will. The boy, however, recognised the face of his father, a widower for some four years, and the boy knew instinctively that they needed to find a Merlioness.

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