Silly Snake was taking a walk down the road that was located beside the den where he lived. The sun was scorching hot. It was a good thing the road was a dirt road because if there was asphalt on it, Silly Snake would have burnt his whole underside.
“That sun sure is hot,” said Silly Snake to himself. “This has been such a hot summer.”
Silly Snake saw a puddle of water up ahead.
“Oh!” exclaimed Silly Snake. “That puddle of water is going to feel so cool and refreshing.”
Silly Snake hurried to get to the puddle. All he could think about was how that puddle was going to cool him down.
He was just inches away from the puddle so he took a giant leap into the cool, refreshing water.
“Wait a minute!” exclaimed Silly Snake, sitting in the middle of the puddle. “That wasn’t cool at all. That water is very hot.”
Silly Snake quickly got out of the puddle. He was covered in mud.
“Mrs. Robin has a bird bath in her yard,” thought Silly Snake. “It is always full of cool and refreshing water. I will go there.”
Silly Snake continued up the dirt road and pretty soon he was at Mrs. Robin’s house.
“Mrs. Robin,” said Silly Snake. “Can I cool down in your bird bath?”
“Silly Snake,” said Mrs. Robin, not recognizing him because he was caked in mud. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” said Silly Snake. “It is me.”
“Are you covered in mud?” asked Mrs. Robin.
“Yes,” said Silly Snake. “I am. I saw a puddle of water just down the road. I thought the water would be cool and refreshing but boy, was I wrong.”
“Well,” said Mrs. Robin. “I can’t let you cool down in the bird bath because I just finished cleaning it. However, I can spray you down with the hose. I haven’t put it away yet.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Silly Snake. “That sounds even better.”
Mrs. Robin couldn’t help but laugh at Silly Snake as she sprayed the hose on him. He was actually dancing under the cool and refreshing water that was pouring out of the hose.
“That feels so good,” said Silly Snake, enjoying every minute of it.
“I am glad,” said Mrs. Robin. “And you look like your old self once again.”
“No more mud?” asked Silly Snake.
“That is right,” said Mrs. Robin. “No more mud.”
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