A Short Story

The Adventures of Mr Snake and His Little Friends

Once upon a time, there lived a long, soft brown toy called Mr Snake. He lived in the large toy box belonging to the Nursery and K1 Class in Panyaden School. Every day, the children would take him out to play. They loved to stretch out his long body or to curl him around their necks. He was their favourite toy snake.

One afternoon, Kru Stuart came into the class and asked, “How would you like to take a walk outside to watch the farmers planting rice?” All the children raised their hands and eagerly answered, “Yes!” Kru Stuart said that they could bring Mr Snake along. And that was how Mr Snake found himself out on a short excursion with the children and their teachers.

Off they went to the green rice paddies that lay in the fields across the school compound. Along the way, the children held Mr Snake and sang songs about ants, trees or anything fun that came to mind. Everyone, including Mr Snake, was happy to be outdoors (even though the day was a little cloudy).

Every now and then, the teachers would point out and talk about the tall bamboo trees and colourful flowers that lined the path to the rice fields. Or a child would stop; fascinated by a snail or the sounds of pigs snorting and hens clucking close by. Finally, they came upon a wooden bridge spanning over a gushing canal, which led to the rice paddies. The teachers carried or walked the little ones across. Mr Snake was curled around Kru Jib’s neck and had an easy time crossing the bridge.

At the rice fields, the children greeted the farmers who waved back smiling. Gathering along the grassy ridge of the field, Mr Snake and the students watched the farmers as they went about their work. They learned that the name of the rice plant in Thai is called ‘Pak Khaw’.

Soon, it was time to make their way back to the school. Everyone thanked the farmers and returned to the school for refreshments. Mr Snake was put back into the box to rest. He was tired but looked forward to more adventures with his little friends.

The end.

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