"Mr Wok followed up. "Everybody is so troubled. Even now the entrance is free, still not many people want to visit the park, and... I am leaving soon. I will retire in the next few months but they probably want me to go sooner."
We felt a sudden sadness from his words. "I dreamt about this place every night. In my dream, I was in the story of the tableau of virtues and vices. Ah, there is one I remember very clearly."
SPI is paying high attention. Mr Wok said "On one early morning around 6am, I was walking into the washroom for a shower. Out of nowhere a half naked Chinese boy wearing a blue cap was standing there. Under the dim and omni sunrays in dawn, I could barely see that his skin was too pale and cold to be a human. He spoke to me half-crying in a Chinese dialect... 'I am lost, I want to go home. My shoulder is injured and my body dirty. Old uncle can help wash my body clean? Please..' This boy was begging. Honestly I wasn't afraid although I strongly sensed something spooky was going on."
"The Strange thing is this: After I briefly wiped clean his body that was cold and dirty I offered him an old blanket to cover his body. He thanked me and then repeatedly said to himself 'where is my home?', 'where is my home?', 'where is my home?' On the next day when I woke up I realized that it was only a dream. I wanted to go take a shower at the end of my night shift but I was too tired; I dropped straight into sleep in my bed instead. But when I walked out to the bush yard I saw..."
"Saw what?" SPI asked.
Hesitatingly Mr Wok said "... I saw the boy! and my spare blanket was on his shoulder!" He pointed his finger over our shoulders. Turning our heads slowly to the left we over looked to the bush, the boy statue was smiling spookily in the wild grasses. A cold creep followed by Goosebumps spread outrageously over our backs.
"Well, many people think this is only a mythical and fictional park. But I can tell you, the concept of this park is simple but yet sophisticated by Mr Aw: everything has a life form, even a stone, a tree, an animal has a spirit. And we must respect one another. You sow good seeds, you will reap good fruits..." Mr Wok continued his preaching in a somewhat Zen style."