A Story on a Moral Theme - Essay
A Story on a Moral Theme
Grandmother Willow threw in another chunk of firewood into the bonfire set on the beach. The embers that rose from the fire seemed to be dancing in front of Kusai’s young eyes which left him gaping into space. The other kids who were gathered around the bonfire were sniggering at him. Grandmother Willow felt around the soft sand of the beach for something hard to throw at Kusai. Then she found her perfect arsenal-a small seashell. She threw it at Kusai’s direction, causing him to snap out of his daze with a startle. All the other kids were rolling on the sand, laughing at his cluelessness.
Old Grandmother Willow hushed the other kids and told them off for laughing at little Kusai, However, even she was smiling to herself at the sight of him. It certainly tickled everyone’s funny bone to watch Kusai gape into space every now and then. He was an adorable little child. All the villagers had a soft spot for Kusai, as he was the youngest child in the village and every parent dotes on him as their own, not to mention he was also the apple of his parent’s eyes.
Kusai smiled bashfully as he turned back to look at Grandmother Willow. She was going to tell them the final story of the night before the village men put out the bonfire. Grandmother Willow told all the little children of the Mazda tribe in Queensland stories every night to instill moral values in them. This was a tradition of many generations as the people of this tribe were not allowed to go to regular schools. They were not accepted there due to their aboriginal way of living. However, the village elders believed that a civilised person is measured with good manners and humbleness, rather than the number of degrees hanging in their living room hall.
Grandmother Willow threw in another chunk of wood before beginning her story. The smoke and embers that arose created a new aura for the whole scenario. All the kids felt as though they were floating in mid-air, waiting to
Grandmother Willow threw in another chunk of firewood into the bonfire set on the beach. The embers that rose from the fire seemed to be dancing in front of Kusai’s young eyes which left him gaping into space. The other kids who were gathered around the bonfire were sniggering at him. Grandmother Willow felt around the soft sand of the beach for something hard to throw at Kusai. Then she found her perfect arsenal-a small seashell. She threw it at Kusai’s direction, causing him to snap out of his daze with a startle. All the other kids were rolling on the sand, laughing at his cluelessness.
Old Grandmother Willow hushed the other kids and told them off for laughing at little Kusai, However, even she was smiling to herself at the sight of him. It certainly tickled everyone’s funny bone to watch Kusai gape into space every now and then. He was an adorable little child. All the villagers had a soft spot for Kusai, as he was the youngest child in the village and every parent dotes on him as their own, not to mention he was also the apple of his parent’s eyes.
Kusai smiled bashfully as he turned back to look at Grandmother Willow. She was going to tell them the final story of the night before the village men put out the bonfire. Grandmother Willow told all the little children of the Mazda tribe in Queensland stories every night to instill moral values in them. This was a tradition of many generations as the people of this tribe were not allowed to go to regular schools. They were not accepted there due to their aboriginal way of living. However, the village elders believed that a civilised person is measured with good manners and humbleness, rather than the number of degrees hanging in their living room hall.
Grandmother Willow threw in another chunk of wood before beginning her story. The smoke and embers that arose created a new aura for the whole scenario. All the kids felt as though they were floating in mid-air, waiting to