Read Marvelous Four - In and Out of Danger Zone! Page 11

  Chapter 11

  Mr. Sonu and Sumit and the Python

  Mr. Sonu gave the boys a neat room on the top floor. Its ceiling sloped down a little. Under the wall from which the ceiling started its descent was the door. And on the opposite wall, where the ceiling’s descent was checked by the wall, were a couple of huge windows, which flooded the room with the natural light rays of the sun. The windows were glass paned.

  The walls were painted a light cream, and the ceiling was white. Two white electric fans were hanging on to the ceiling and with golden streaks across its propellers, making both of them look really beautiful.

  At the end of the room was a double-poster bed with a white and green bed-sheets and pillows. Two bureaus were on both sides of the bed.

  Between the door and the big double-poster bed was a white table. The table was fixed to the wall by one of its long sides, and there were a couple of white chairs by its sides.

  So now, if you would imagine yourself looking in such a room, you would know why the boys were stunned by it. They thanked the grinning farmer, and looked around the room admiringly.

  The girls got a similar room except that it was square shaped and that the ceiling didn’t slope (for the room was not on the top floor.

  The four Marvels gradually settled down. They got used to the racket of the animals, and the animals started knowing the Four when they came near. It was all very pleasant, and Mrs. Sonu proved to be the best cook they had ever known.

  Now one day, Sumit and Mr. Sonu went walking in the early morning (the other three Marvels were too sleepy and lazy to join Sumit and Mr. Sonu). The two walked along the Andhar-ana-mana Mountains’ huge sides; enjoying the fresh morning air.

  The birds were chirping, and squirrels and other small animals got out of the way as the two walked on. They were discussing as to what they were to do to catch the two foreigners without harming the four run-aways, when suddenly Mr. Sonu tripped over something on the path. It was a big snake. In fact it was a rock python!

  The farmer had left his hunting knife in the farm and Sumit never had thought of bringing one. The terrible snake got poor Mr. Sonu by his legs, and made the farmer fall down, while the farmer yelled and shouted like mad, not as if he was scared but as if he was angry:

  “You reptile! Let me go, you hard hearted beast! You dumb scaly worm! Can’t you have any other dish for your breakfast, you cannibal! Let me go now or I’ll sue you for damage! I’ll tell the police!”

  The python wound around the farmer’s body, almost crushing his legs into jelly.

  “He acts as if he didn’t hear me at all,” shouted the farmer, enraged, “You’re a thundering hypocrite!”

  Meanwhile Sumit was taking a good strong leg-bone of an animal that was lying in the bushes.

  By now the python had wound its huge coils around the farmer’s fat belly, and its head was right on top of it. Sumit swung his bone around and brought it right on the python head, almost crushing Mr. Sonu’s fat tummy flat, underneath it.

  Mr. Sonu looked at the python triumphantly, “You deserved it you rotten idiot!”

  The python’s eyes seemed to blaze with furry when Sumit hit it. It uncoiled itself, and the delighted farmer sprang out to safety. The python now turned to attack Sumit.

  “Pass it to me! Sumit, pass it to me!” yelled Mr. Sonu, “I’ll finish it off in a minute!”

  Sumit hastily gave the leg-bone to Mr. Sonu, who swung it around and began dashing it onto the python’s body, here and there, mainly aiming at the head, yelling all the time.

  “Take that you reptile! You filthy vermin! You forked tongued rascal! Take that! And that! And that! And that!”

  Soon it was dead, but Mr. Sonu kept hitting it in his anger.

  “Err…Mr. Sonu, its dead. Let’s go,” said Sumit, as the farmer kept on hitting the dead snake again and again.

  “No, just one more,” replied Mr. Sonu, but kept on hitting it all the same.

  “But, Mr. Sonu…”

  “The last one!” said the farmer, giving the dead python a last knock on the head.

  Sumit and Mr. Sonu dragged the dead python into the bushes and walked back to the farm.

  “Thank you, Sumit,” said the farmer on the way, “I’ll never forget what you did for me today. If you ever need my help just ask, ‘cause I’m ready help you, anytime, anywhere.”