A story to tell...

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful village in a very secluded area of hill Cinta. In this village, there were only those who were pure hearted, diligent, honest and caring. They shared the same workload working in the fields; the men will plough and plant the paddy whereas the women will gather and weave yarns and cook a splendid lunch for their husbands while the children will share their toys among each other, playing, giggling and laughing all throughout the day. Then when evening came, the villagers would gather around, had a cup of tea and shared stories that they found amusing. It was indeed a happy time.

Soon a young man whose name was Spilt-Tongue staggered into the
village where upon the people found him hunger-stricken and extremely thirsty. So kind were they that they each contributed a morsel of food and water for him. Eventually, he regained his consciousness and told them about his journey: that he was, in fact, a doctor and was robbed during his journey to the city; thus, lost his possessions entirely. Upon hearing the incident, they took pity on him and allowed him to stay. Now, he was indeed a doctor, but he was unscrupulous and money-minded whereupon he would practice all sorts of dirty tricks just so that he can gained an extra income. However, the villagers did not know anything of his past and continued their merry lives.

Later on, a lethal skin disease spread furiously in the village. The doctor
saw an opportunity to make big money out of it and claimed that he has the remedy for this rare disease, but it will cost highly. The villagers believed him and in order to buy the remedy, some of the rather poor villagers would have to resort to stealing, which eventually destroyed their initial innocence. Sadly, they did not realize that the so-called miracle packets of medicine were made out of dried leaves and roots found under the trees. When asked of it ineffectiveness after awhile, Split-Tongue assured them that it needed to be consumed for quite some time still. As people of good hearted and naïve, they believed in him thoroughly and why not – he is the doctor. Eventually, they all died and the unscrupulous doctor gets all the hard earned money of the villagers and on his way to yet another pure hearted people’ village to suck the lives out of them.


And you know what? My professional ethics' lecturer said it is wonderful. So happy am I!!! At least that meant my efforts were not wasted. ^^