The Happy Prince

Adapted from Oscar Wilde

By: Khaliff Amsyar Bin Abdul Shukor, SK Taman Bukit Mewah

Assalamualaikum and Good Morning to the honourable judges, loyal time-keeper, teachers and friends. I am Khaliff Amsyar Bin Abdul
Shukor from Sekolah Kebangsaan Taman Bukit Mewah. Today, I would like to tell you a story entitled, “The Happy Prince”.
The statue of the Happy Prince stood high above the city. It was covered with gold, its eyes were
bright blue jewels, and a red jewel hung from its waist. Everyone thought that it was very beautiful.
Sad man looked at the statue and said, ‘I am glad that someone in the world is happy.’
One night a little bird flew alone over the city. The other birds were all in Egypt now. ‘Where can I stay tonight?’
he thought. Then he saw the statue. ‘I will stay there,’ he thought. ‘It is high up, so there is plenty of fresh air.’
‘I have a golden bedroom!’ he thought. But as he put his head under his wing between the statue, a large drop
of water fell on him. He looked up.’ That is very strange! There is not a cloud in the sky, but it is raining!’
Then another drop fell. ‘I cannot stay on a statue that does not keep me dry,’ he thought. ‘I must find another
place.’ And he decided to fly away. But as he opened his wings, a third drop fell. He looked up and saw —
“Ah! What did he see?” The eyes of the Happy Prince were full of tears. Tears ran down his golden face. The
face was very beautiful in the moonlight, and the bird felt sorry for him.
‘Who are you?’ asked the bird.
‘I am the Happy Prince.’
‘Then why are you crying? I am wet with your tears.’

‘When I was alive,’ said the prince,’ I had a heart like every other man. But I did not know what tears were. I
lived in a palace where there was no sadness. In the daytime I played with my friends in a beautiful garden, and in
the evening I danced. There was a high wall round the garden. But I did not know what lay on the other side. So I
was called the Happy Prince. Now I am dead, and they have put me up here. I can see all the unhappiness of my
city. My heart now is made of a cheap metal. But even that poor heart can feel, and so I cry. ’‘Oh,’ said the bird to
himself, ‘he is not all gold — he is only gold on the outside.’
‘Far away from here,’ said the Happy Prince in a low voice, ‘there is a poor woman .Her face is very thin and
she has rough, red hands. She is making a dress for one of the queen’s ladies, for a dance in the palace. Her little
boy is very ill. He is crying because she can only give him water from the river. Little bird, will you take my red jewel
to her? I cannot move from here.’ ‘My friends are waiting for me in Egypt,’ said the bird.
‘Little bird, little bird, please help me. The boy is crying and his mother is so unhappy’, said the prince who looked
sad. The little bird was sorry for him and said, ‘It is very cold here,but I will stay with you and take the jewel
tomorrow’.‘Thank you, little bird,’ said the prince.
So the bird took the great red jewel from the prince’s waist and flew away with it. The bird flew into the house
and put the great red jewel on the table. Then he flew round the bed, moving the air around the boy’s face with his
wings. ‘Oh, my face does not feel so hot. I think I am getting better,’ said the boy and he fell asleep. Then the bird
flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘It is strange,’ the bird said. ‘It is very cold, but I feel quite warm.’
‘That is because you have done a good thing,’ said the prince. The little bird fell asleep. When day came, the bird
flew down to the river for a bath. ‘I will go to Egypt tonight,’ thought the bird. When the moon came up, he flew back
to the Happy Prince. ‘Can I do anything for you in Egypt?’ he said.
‘Little bird, little bird,’ said the prince, ‘please will you stay with me for one more night?’
‘But…but…but..,’ answered the bird.
‘Far away across the city, I can see a young writer in a little room at the top of a house. He is very cold and he
cannot write. There is no fire in the room, and he is weak and hungry,’ said the prince.
‘What shall I take to him?’ said the bird kindly. ‘Take him my eyes,’ said the prince. ‘They are made of beautiful
blue stones from India. The young man can sell it and buy wood, food and finish his story too.’
‘Arghhh, I cannot do that!’ And he began to cry.‘Do it!’ said the prince.

So the bird took out the prince’s eyes and flew away to the young man’s room. The young man did not
notice the bird. When he looked up, beautiful blue jewels were lying on the dead flowers.
‘Someone likes my stories!’ he cried happily. ‘This is a gift from someone who has read my books. Now I can
finish writing this story!’

When the moon came up, he flew back to the Happy Prince. ‘I have come to say goodbye to you,’ he said.
‘You cannot see now,’ he said,’ so I will stay with you.’‘No,’ said the poor prince,’ ‘you must go to Egypt.’
‘I will stay with you,’ repeated the bird, and he slept at the prince’s feet. The next day he stayed with the prince.
He told the prince stories about the strange lands that he knew. ‘Dear little bird, you are telling me about strange
and wonderful things, but the suffering of men and women is stranger than anything. Fly over my city, little bird.
Tell me what you see there.’
So the swallow flew over the great city. He saw the rich eating and drinking in their beautiful houses. He saw the
poor people sitting at the gate and the white faces of hungry children with sad eyes. Under a bridge, two little
boys were lying close together to keep warm. ‘We are so hungry!’ they said. ‘You cannot lie there!’ shouted a
guard.
Then the bird flew back and told the prince.

‘I am covered with fine gold,’ said the prince. ‘Take it off, piece by piece, and give it to my poor
people.’ The bird pulled off the gold, until the Happy Prince looked grey and ugly. The bird took the gold to
the poor, and the children’s faces became brighter. ‘We have bread now!’ they cried. Then the snow came, and
hung down from the roofs of the houses. The little bird became colder. He did not leave the prince, because he
loved him too much. But he was dying. ‘Goodbye, dear prince!’ he said.’ Can I kiss you?’ ‘I am glad that you are
going to Egypt,’ said the prince. ‘You have stayed too long. Kiss me, because I love you.’ ‘I am not going to Egypt,’
said the bird. ‘I am going to the House of Death.’ He kissed the prince, and fell down dead at his feet. Then there
was a strange sound inside the statue. CRACK — the metal heart broke into two pieces. The two landed to the
most beautiful garden ever. Full with ro.ses and beautiful vibrant flowers peacefully in paradise.