A tale for S’poreans and the PAP to ponder. It’s a tale that should have come from P(olitican) Ravi; the Wankers’ Party MPs or activists; or Mad Dog, Lim Tean or Meng Seng.
Instead it came from Ottercity,a FB page dedicated to otters who incidentally Meng Seng doesn’t want here: Why otters support the PAP and (some) hate Meng Seng.(OK, OK I exaggerate about Meng Seng.)
Whatever, read and ponder
Who would have guessed?
He was born in a canal next to a storm drain. Whenever there was a heavy downpour, reservoir upstream would release water and flood his natal home. His parents would scramble to hurry them to get out to avoid being drown or wash away.
He grew up in heartland neighbourhood. His only playmates were his 2 siblings, he didn’t have other friends. He played with rubbish washed down by the river.
Every morning he looked forward to his parents bringing him to the neighbourhood park for a swim or a stroll. And in the evening, he would play beside the canal while waiting for his parents to return with dinner.
He led a simple happy life then.
Today, he owns the largest and most prime properties in Singapore. He has wealth of fish but he is constantly worried about others stealing from him. He has to constantly fight hard to protect and maintain what he owns today. He has forgotten how to smile.
And the Moral of the story is ….. ?
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