The migration of Prince of the Frog

Once upon a time, I lived in a searing horizon located near to Thailand. I put myself into a dank and cosy, but a bit narrow place. I called it my house, home sweet home….. It was blue in colour… One night, I was about to sleep….. suddenly, my home was brought into a dark box and tightly shut. I was driven on a very long journey and I don’t know where…..

This is Perak tunnel at Utara-Selatan Highway…. It seemed I will be going to KL.
At last the transport that brought me stops (after travelling for about five hours) and I have a very good rest…..
Kueekkkk…… the box was open and I can saw sunlight. Ohhh! The box is actually a car boot. Me and my blue home was transferred over and all of a sudden I heard somebody screaming “ Argggggg! Kataaaaaakkkk!” Then, I felt like flying in the air and dropped down to earth.

I was blowed-out with water and pushed-out from my home….
I looked around….. this place is weird to me….

I don’t know where to go… too sad, thinking whether to go straight, right or left…. Sob! Sob! Sob! ….. This is the end of my story… the migration of me from Cangloon to Shah Alam. If I were the real prince….