by Ruskin Bond
'Delighted to see you, old chap!' he exclaimed. 'Jolly decent of you to drop in. How about a game of tennis?'
'Sorry to have come in through the wall,' apologised Grandfather.
'Don't mention it, old chap. The gate was closed, so what else could you do?'
Grandfather was as much of a gentleman as the Raja, so he thought it only fair to join him in a game of tennis. Grandmother and I watched and drank lemonade. After the game, the Raja waved us goodbye and we drove back through the hole in the wall and out on to the road. There was nothing much wrong with the car.
We hadn't gone far when we heard a peculiar sound, as of someone chuckling and talking to himself. It came from the roof of the car.
'Is the parrot out there on the luggage-rack?' asked Grandfather.
'No,' said Grandmother. 'He went ahead with Benji.'
Grandfather stopped the car, got out, and examined the roof.
'Nothing up there,' he said, getting in again and starting the engine. 'I thought I heard the parrot.'
When we had gone a little further, the chuckling started again. A squeaky little voice began talking in English in the tones of the parrot.
'It's the Pret,' whispered Grandmother. 'What is he saying?'
The Pret's squeak grew louder. 'Come on, come on!' he cried gleefully. 'A new house! The same old friends! What fun we're going to have!'
Grandfather stopped the car. He backed into a driveway, turned round, and began driving back to our old house.
'What are you doing?' asked Grandmother.
'Going home,' said Grandfather.
And what about the Pret?'
'What about him? He's decided to live with us, so we'll have to make the best of it. You can't solve a problem by running away from it.'
'All right,' said Grandmother. 'But what will we do about Benji?'
'It's up to him, isn't it? He'll be all right if he finds something to do.'
Grandfather stopped the car in front of the verandah steps.
'I'm hungry,' I said.
'It will have to be a picnic lunch,' said Grandmother. 'Almost everything was sent off on the bullock-carts.'
As we got out of the car and climbed the verandah steps, we were greeted by showers of rose petals and sweet-scented jasmine.
'How lovely!' exclaimed Grandmother, smiling. 'I think he likes us, after all.'
Snake Trouble
Chapter 1
After retiring from the Indian Railways and settling in Dehra, Grandfather often made his days (and ours) more exciting by keeping unusual pets. He paid a snake-charmer in the bazaar twenty rupees for a young python. Then, to the delight of a curious group of boys and girls, he slung the python over his shoulder and brought it home.
I was with him at the time, and felt very proud walking beside Grandfather. He was popular in Dehra, especially among the poorer people, and everyone greeted him politely without seeming to notice the python. They were, in fact, quite used to seeing him in the company of strange creatures.
The first to see us arrive was Tutu the monkey, who was swinging from a branch of the jack-fruit tree. One look at the python, ancient enemy of his race, and he fled into the house squealing with fright. Then our parrot, Popeye, who had his perch on the veranda, set up the most awful shrieking and whistling. His whistle was like that of a steam-engine. He had learnt to do this in earlier days, when we had lived near railway-stations.
The noise brought Grandmother to the verandah, where she nearly fainted at the sight of the python curled round Grandfather's neck.
Grandmother put up with most of his pets, but she drew the line at reptiles. Even a sweet-tempered lizard made her blood run cold. There was little chance that she would allow a python in the house.
'It will strangle you to death!' she cried.
'Nonsense,' said Grandfather. 'He's only a young fellow.'
'He'll soon get used to us,' I added, by way of support.
'He might, indeed,' said Grandmother, 'but I have no intention of getting used to him. And your Aunt Ruby is coming to stay with us tomorrow. She'll leave the minute she knows there's a snake in the house.'
'Well, perhaps we should show it to her first thing,' said Grandfather, who found Aunt Ruby rather tiresome.
'Get rid of it right away,' said Grandmother.
'I can't let it loose in the garden. It might find its way into the chicken shed, and then where will we be?'
'Minus a few chickens,' I said reasonably, but this only made Grandmother more determined to get rid of the python.
'Lock that awful thing in the bathroom,' she said. 'Go and find the man you bought it from, and get him to come here and collect it! He can keep the money you gave him.'
Grandfather and I took the snake into the bathroom and placed it in an empty tub. Looking a bit crestfallen, he said, 'Perhaps your grandmother is right. I'm not worried about Aunt Ruby, but we don't want the python to get hold of Tutu or Popeye.'
We hurried off to the bazaar in search of the snake-charmer but hadn't gone far when we found several snake-charmers looking for us. They had heard that Grandfather was buying snakes, and they had brought with them snakes of various sizes and descriptions.
'No, no!' protested Grandfather. 'We don't want more snakes. We want to return the one we bought.'
But the man who had sold it to us had, apparently, returned to his village in the jungle, looking for another python for Grandfather; and the other snake-charmers were not interested in buying, only in selling. In order to shake them off, we had to return home by a roundabout route, climbing a wall and cutting through an orchard. We found Grandmother pacing up and down the verandah. One look at our faces and she knew we had failed to get rid of the snake.
'All right,' said Grandmother. 'Just take it away yourselves and see that it doesn't come back.'
'We'll get rid of it, Grandmother,' I said confidently. 'Don't you worry.'
Grandfather opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room. I was close behind him. We couldn't see the python anywhere.
'He's gone,' announced Grandfather.
'We left the window open,' I said.
'Deliberately, no doubt,' said Grandmother. 'But it couldn't have gone far. You'll have to search the grounds.'
A careful search was made of the house, the roof, the kitchen, the garden and the chicken shed, but there was no sign of the python.
'He must have gone over the garden wall,' Grandfather said cheerfully. 'He'll be well away by now!'
The python did not reappear, and when Aunt Ruby arrived with enough luggage to show that she had come for a long visit, there was only the parrot to greet her with a series of long, ear-splitting whistles.
Chapter 2
For a couple of days Grandfather and I were a little worried that the python might make a sudden reappearance, but when he didn't show up again we felt he had gone for good. Aunt Ruby had to put up with Toto the monkey making faces at her, something I did only when she wasn't looking; and she complained that Popeye shrieked loudest when she was in the room; but she was used to them, and knew she would have to bear with them if she was going to stay with us.
And then, one evening, we were startled by a scream from the garden.
Seconds later Aunt Ruby came flying up the verandah steps, gasping, 'In the guava tree! I was reaching for a guava when I saw it staring at me. The look in its eyes! As though it would eat me alive—'
'Calm down, dear,' urged Grandmother, sprinkling rose-water over my aunt. 'Tell us, what did you see?'
'A snake!' sobbed Aunt Ruby. 'A great boa constrictor in the guava tree. Its eyes were terrible, and it looked at me in such a queer way.'
'Trying to tempt you with a guava, no doubt,' said Grandfather, turning away to hide his smile. He gave me a look full of meaning, and I hurried out into the garden. But when I got to the guava tree, the python (if it had been the python) had gone.
'Aunt Ruby must have frightened it off,' I told Grandfather.
; 'I'm not surprised,' he said. 'But it will be back, Ranji. I think it's taken a fancy to your aunt.'
Sure enough, the python began to make brief but frequent appearances, usually turning up in the most unexpected places.
One morning I found him curled up on a dressing-table, gazing at his own reflection in the mirror. I went for Grandfather, but by the time we returned the python had moved on.
He was seen again in the garden, and one day I spotted him climbing the iron ladder to the roof. I set off after him, and was soon up the ladder, which I had climbed up many times. I arrived on the flat roof just in time to see the snake disappearing down a drain-pipe. The end of his tail was visible for a few moments and then that too disappeared.
'I think he lives in the drainpipe,' I told Grandfather.
'Where does it get its food?' asked Grandmother.
'Probably lives on those field rats that used to be such a nuisance. Remember, they lived in the drainpipes, too.'
'Hmm…' Grandmother looked thoughtful. 'A snake has its uses. Well, as long as it keeps to the roof and prefers rats to chickens…'
But the python did not confine itself to the roof. Piercing shrieks from Aunt Ruby had us all rushing to her room. There was the python on her dressing-table, apparently admiring himself in the mirror.
'All the attention he's been getting has probably made him conceited,' said Grandfather, picking up the python to the accompaniment of further shrieks from Aunt Ruby. 'Would you like to hold him for a minute, Ruby? He seems to have taken a fancy to you.'
Aunt Ruby ran from the room and onto the verandah, where she was greeted with whistles of derision from Popeye the parrot. Poor Aunt Ruby! She cut short her stay by a week and returned to Lucknow, where she was a schoolteacher. She said she felt safer in her school than she did in our house.
Chapter 3
Having seen Grandfather handle the python with such ease and confidence, I decided I would do likewise. So the next time I saw the snake climbing the ladder to the roof, I climbed up alongside him. He stopped, and I stopped too. I put out my hand, and he slid over my arm and up to my shoulder. As I did not want him coiling round my neck, I gripped him with both hands and carried him down to the garden. He didn't seem to mind.
The snake felt rather cold and slippery and at first he gave me goose pimples. But I soon got used to him, and he must have liked the way I handled him, because when I set him down he wanted to climb up my leg. As I had other things to do, I dropped him in a large empty basket that had been left out in the garden. He stared out at me with unblinking, expressionless eyes. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking, if indeed he thought at all.
I went off for a bicycle ride, and when I returned, found Grandmother picking guavas and dropping them into the basket. The python must have gone elsewhere.
When the basket was full, Grandmother said, 'Will you take these over to Major Malik? It's his birthday and I want to give him a nice surprise.'
I fixed the basket on the carrier of my cycle and pedalled off to Major Malik's house at the end of the road. The Major met me on the steps of his house.
'And what has your kind granny sent me today, Ranji?' he asked.
'A surprise for your birthday, sir,' I said, and put the basket down in front of him.
The python, who had been buried beneath all the guavas, chose this moment to wake up and stand straight up to a height of several feet. Guavas tumbled all over the place. The Major uttered an oath and dashed indoors.
I pushed the python back into the basket, picked it up, mounted the bicycle, and rode out of the gate in record time. And it was as well that I did so, because Major Malik came charging out of the house armed with a double-barrelled shotgun, which he was waving all over the place.
'Did you deliver the guavas?' asked Grandmother when I got back.
'I delivered them,' I said truthfully.
'And was he pleased?'
'He's going to write and thank you,' I said.
And he did.
'Thank you for the lovely surprise,' he wrote. 'Obviously you could not have known that my doctor had advised me against any undue excitement. My blood-pressure has been rather high. The sight of your grandson does not improve it. All the same, it's the thought that matters and I take it all in good humour…'
'What a strange letter,' said Grandmother. 'He must be ill, poor man. Are guavas bad for blood-pressure?'
'Not by themselves, they aren't,' said Grandfather, who had an inkling of what had happened. 'But together with other things they can be a bit upsetting.'
Chapter 4
Just when all of us, including Grandmother, were getting used to having the python about the house and grounds, it was decided that we would be going to Lucknow for a few months.
Lucknow was a large city, about three hundred miles from Dehra. Aunt Ruby lived and worked there. We would be staying with her, and so of course we couldn't take any pythons, monkeys or other unusual pets with us.
'What about Popeye?' I asked.
'Popeye isn't a pet,' said Grandmother. 'He's one of us. He comes too.'
And so the Dehra railway platform was thrown into confusion by the shrieks and whistles of our parrot, who could imitate both the guard's whistle and the whistle of a train. People dashed into their compartments, thinking the train was about to leave, only to realise that the guard hadn't blown his whistle after all. When they got down, Popeye would let out another shrill whistle, which sent everyone rushing for the train again. This happened several times until the guard actually blew his whistle. Then nobody bothered to get on, and several passengers were left behind.
'Can't you gag that parrot?' asked Grandfather, as the train moved out of the station and picked up speed.
'I'll do nothing of the sort,' said Grandmother. 'I've bought a ticket for him, and he's entitled to enjoy the journey as much as anyone.'
Whenever we stopped at a station, Popeye objected to fruit sellers and other people poking their heads in at the windows. Before the journey was over, he had nipped two fingers and a nose, and tweaked a ticket-inspector's ear.
It was to be a night journey, and presently Grandmother covered herself with a blanket and stretched out on the berth. 'It's been a tiring day. I think I'll go to sleep,' she said.
'Aren't we going to eat anything?' I asked.
'I'm not hungry—I had something before we left the house. You two help yourselves from the picnic hamper.'
Grandmother dozed off, and even Popeye started nodding, lulled to sleep by the clackety-clack of the wheels and the steady puffing of the steam-engine.
'Well, I'm hungry,' I said. 'What did Granny make for us?'
'Stuffed samosas, omelettes, and tandoori chicken. It's all in the hamper under the berth.'
I tugged at the cane box and dragged it into the middle of the compartment. The straps were loosely tied. No sooner had I undone them than the lid flew open, and I let out a gasp of surprise.
In the hamper was a python, curled up contentedly. There was no sign of our dinner.
'It's a python,' I said. 'And it's finished all our dinner.'
'Nonsense,' said Grandfather, joining me near the hamper. 'Pythons won't eat omelettes and samosas. They like their food alive! Why, this isn't our hamper. The one with our food in it must have been left behind! Wasn't it Major Malik who helped us with our luggage? I think he's got his own back on us by changing the hamper!'
Grandfather snapped the hamper shut and pushed it back beneath the berth.
'Don't let Grandmother see him,' he said. 'She might think we brought him along on purpose.'
'Well, I'm hungry,' I complained.
'Wait till we get to the next station, then we can buy some pakoras. Meanwhile, try some of Popeye's green chillies.'
'No thanks,' I said. 'You have them, Grandad.'
And Grandfather, who could eat chillies plain, popped a couple into his mouth and munched away contentedly.
A little after midnight there was a
great clamour at the end of the corridor. Popeye made complaining squawks, and Grandfather and I got up to see what was wrong.
Suddenly there were cries of 'Snake, snake!'
I looked under the berth. The hamper was open.
'The python's out,' I said, and Grandfather dashed out of the compartment in his pyjamas. I was close behind.
About a dozen passengers were bunched together outside the washroom door.
'Anything wrong?' asked Grandfather casually.
'We can't get into the toilet,' said someone. 'There's a huge snake inside.'
'Let me take a look,' said Grandfather. 'I know all about snakes.'
The passengers made way, and Grandfather and I entered the washroom together, but there was no sign of the python.
'He must have got out through the ventilator,' said Grandfather. 'By now he'll be in another compartment!' Emerging from the washroom, he told the assembled passengers 'It's gone! Nothing to worry about. Just a harmless young python.'
When we got back to our compartment, Grandmother was sitting up on her berth.
'I knew you'd do something foolish behind my back,' she scolded. 'You told me you'd left that creature behind, and all the time it was with us on the train.'
Grandfather tried to explain that we had nothing to do with it, that this python had been smuggled onto the train by Major Malik, but Grandmother was unconvinced.
'Anyway, it's gone,' said Grandfather. 'It must have fallen out of the washroom window. We're over a hundred miles from Dehra, so you'll never see it again.'
Even as he spoke, the train slowed down and lurched to a grinding halt.
'No station here,' said Grandfather, putting his head out of the window.
Someone came rushing along the embankment, waving his arms and shouting.
'I do believe it's the stoker,' said Grandfather. 'I'd better go and see what's wrong.'
'I'm coming too,' I said, and together we hurried along the length of the stationary train until we reached the engine.
'What's up?' called Grandfather. 'Anything I can do to help? I know all about engines.'