My oh my, what a piece of news to wake up to. Reminding me and inspiring me into storytelling time again. Some people like to accuse me of boasting. This is a story where I ran like hell and screamed for help. It was when I was Pri. 5 and my brother was Pri. 2. My father and uncle drove a van to bring us to on a debt collection excursion. The last stop was at St. George that was nearest our home. The area now famous for the 24-hour roti prata shop that wasn't there yet then.
Me and my brother waited in van for very long, much longer than at other stops. We got impatient and felt stuffy and decided to get out of the van. There was an old provision shop there. I had some pocket money to spare and thought we'd buy ice cream. For reason unbeknowth to me, as we approached the shop, a pack of six dogs came barking and rushing at us. They didn't manage to bite or scratch us, but I suffered bruises pulling and rushing my brother back into the van when shutting the door.
The pack of mad dogs surrounded the van and we were shivering in fear. Then my father and uncle appeared, they simply shooed them away with a few gestures of threatening to kick. My father and uncle saw my bruises asked what happened? I told them I was only trying to buy ice cream but the dogs from the provision shop attacked us. My uncle got hot. Straightaway returned and killed one of the dogs with his bare hands. As I kid, I was shocked too.
The other dogs didn't dare even whine, much less bark or fight. The provision shop owner came out shouting and threatening to call police. My father said no need to trouble you, he'd call himself. How come could a provision shop keep six dogs and unleashed and attacking kids? My uncle shoved my father aside and said, wait till I beat this fucker up and break his leg then call police and ambulance. My uncle doted on me even more than my father and I understood his fury.
The provision shop owner also got scared and offered my father a S$20 red packet for my medicine fee to settle the matter. My uncle got to keep the carcass of the dog he killed and you all can guess what dinner that night was for us.
My point and moral of the story is still the same as my past stories. Unlike cats, dogs are cowards. In Chinese we say 欺善怕恶。