Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 451

“Homeward bound!” Zhu Bajie snorted.
The clouds seemed to huff and puff as they retraced their journey. They travelled day and night
with no rest, with the exception of Zhu Bajie who collapsed against an annoyed Sun Wukong, drooling and
snoring loudly. After three days, they finally reached their destination!
“Drop the containers!” Sun Wukong boldly commanded.
They seemed to rain down like a meteor shower, and amazed citizens young and old pressed their
noses to their windows to see what was going on. The containers plunked down onto the sandy shores of
the island, and best of all, the greedy little man! At the sight of this, Sun Wukong cheered. He’d certainly
gotten what he deserved! As if by magic, all of the televisions in Hong Kong crackled to life. Even before
Carrie Lam could finish proudly declaring that those in subdivided flats had been gifted with new bigger and
better accommodation, cheers and whoops could be heard across the territory. A stampede of grateful
families rushed outside and, one by one, the container houses were rightfully claimed. In the crowds, Sun
Wukong spotted Alice and her family weeping tears of joy. He grinned to himself, glad to have made a
difference to the lives of those less well-off.