Grandfather opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. I peeped round his legs,
while the others stayed well behind. We couldn't see the python anywhere.
'He's gone,' announced Grandfather. 'He must have felt hungry.'
He couldn't have gone far, said Grandmother. 'Look under the tub.'
'I hope he isn't too hungry." I said.
"We left the window open,' said Grandfather, looking embarrassed.
A careful search was made of the house the kitchen, the garden, the stable and
the poultry shed; but the python couldn't be found anywhere.
"He must have gone over the garden wall said Grandfather. "He'll be well away by now
'I certainly hope so. said Grandmother, with a look of relief.
Aunt Mabel arrived next day for a three week visit, and for a couple of days, Grandfather
and I were a little worried in case the python made a sudden appearance, but on the third
day, when he didn't show
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I’m not sure exactly what went into that wedding cake when Grandmother wasn’t
looking – she insisted that Tutu was always very well-behaved in the kitchen – but I did
spot Tutu stirring in some red chilli sauce, bitter gourd seeds, and a generous helping of
egg-shells!
It’s true that some of the guests were not seen for several days after the wedding, but
no one said anything against the cake. Most people thought it had an interesting flavour.
The great day dawned, and the wedding guests made their way to the little church
that stood on the outskirts of Dehra – a town with a church, two mosques, and several
temples.
I had offered to dress Tutu up as a bridesmaid and bring her along, but no one except
Grandfather thought it was a good idea. So I was an obedient boy and locked Tutu in the
outhouse. I did, however, leave the skylight open a little. Grandmother had always said
that fresh air was good for growing children, and I thought Tutu should have her share
of it.
The wedding ceremony went without a hitch. Aunt Ruby looked a picture, and Rocky
looked like a film star.
Grandfather played the organ, and did so with such gusto that the small choir could
hardly be heard. Grandmother cried a little. I sat quietly in a corner, with the little
tortoise on my lap.
When the service was over, we trooped out into the sunshine and made our way
back to the house for the reception.
The feast had been laid out on tables in the garden. As the gardener had been left in
charge, every