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szdaily -> Budding Writers -> 
Lengle’s Candy Department (I)
    2017-05-17  08:53    Shenzhen Daily

A whale ate me today, according to the news: Kid Eaten by Blue Whale. I would have loved it if the story was real, but unfortunately, my name being mentioned in a water-related accident news story was a mistake made by the news company. All I did was try to steal some candy from Lengle’s Candy Department, and then got a glimpse of the “candy-in-progress.” I guess that the news company printed a mix-up, or got the wrong facts. I had watched the news, and two of the many reports were “Kid Escaped Blue Whale’s Insides” and the “Secret of the Candies.”

The “Kid Escaped Blue Whale’s Insides” story talked about: “Henrietta Toca fell off a cruise ship while on vacation with parents, and desperately tried to find a boat or land, but accidentally got devoured by a whale, who was opening its mouth, searching for food, and escaped, blah blah blah,” while in “The Secret of the Candies,” “Lee Tootsie had sought out the secret of Lengle’s Candy Department, etc.” I think they got the names wrong.

Thanks to them everybody in the world knows me as a whale-attack-survivor, but me and Bob, the CEO of Lengle’s Candy Department are the only people who know the true story.

All the text that will be displayed next relates to one moral. You might have heard this moral before, but I’m still going to repeat it: Not everything that you hear on the radio is true.

What follows is a true personal account.

On a dark September day, the radio announced that the best candy in the world (hopefully and presumably), called “Scrumptious Caramel Crunch,” was currently being produced inside a factory called Lengle’s Candy Department. Not every day did the news reporters get a slip of paper telling them to say: “Hello world, and now we are rating a food product that hasn’t even been tasted yet!” So I bet this was going to be something special.

If you know me, you will know that I love candy. I devour every treat I can get my hands on. I don’t care about rotten teeth, stomach aches or the disgusting feeling you get after munching on too many sweets. I just like that first tinge of sweetness, that pang you get only for several seconds before it is replaced by the sickening feeling, which I ignore.

I wanted to get that chocolate. I wanted to have that bar of delightfulness. Unfortunately, at that time I was trapped inside a car, inside school. I had to complete seven and a half hours of daily education before I had time to go to Lengle’s Candy Department. It was boring, but I still had to do it. However, I still had time to find a way inside Lengle’s Candy Department before my mom got home from work and noticed my absence.

Every criminal needs a plan, so I decided to plot mine at recess and lunchtime. Before recess, I swiped some markers, a blue sheet of A3 paper, a pencil, a sharpener, an eraser, and made sure they all worked correctly (except the A3 paper, which I checked for toughness and thickness). I plopped down onto a bench, and ignored the screams and laughter of children playing beside me.

“Come here and play soccer with us,” cried a little boy, holding a soccer ball and surrounded by his friends.

“Get moving, Henry!” my friends bellowed.

“Don’t mind about me,” I replied.

I thought about how to sneak into the factory and steal the first prototype before anyone noticed. First of all, I would need a quick taxi to get me there. I knew I had 50 dollars easily in my rucksack upstairs, but I still needed fare to get home. I was very good at persuading people, so money would be taken care of.

Next, I thought of ways to break in. I had seen the building from a distance, and from pictures on my Acer, but never up close.

During my browsing, I found out that the gigantic building was rectangular, with a huge interior that looked more like lava caves than buildings (yes, there were some sneaky photographers taking photos of the inside secretly). There was a gigantic brass door with a huge knocker taking the form of a shark, whose teeth crashed angrily against the brass when used.

That door was eliminated from my plan. I wasn’t smart enough to brainstorm ways to get in instead of knocking on the front door, so all I could do was to hope that there was a secondary method of getting inside.

Next, I tried to figure out how to navigate through the gigantic factory. From the pictures I saw, the hallways were gigantic chambers that were tens of meters long with not many connecting corridors.

There were gigantic signs everywhere, and it was basically like a cave, because it was underground (I meant I only saw the entrance, which was above ground), so there were lots of jutting rocks and crevices to hide in or behind.

I knew stealing was a daring plan, but remember, I had a strong addiction to chocolate, so I wanted to do it. This part was taken care of, too. I remembered to carefully write down my work on my piece of paper, and made sure nobody else saw it. A little kid almost got a peek, but I whisked it away and found another spot on another bench.

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