It had been such an exciting day. Cyril couldn’t wait to tell Obby all about it. But Thursday was school day for Obby, so he just had to wait. So he waited and waited. For one whole long hour in fact.
Finally, he arrived with a big smile on his face. He always looked extra happy on a Thursday- school day! In fact everybody knew it was school day for him- because he told everyone.
“It’s Thursdays, I must get ready for school.”
“I mustn’t be LATE for school, it’s Thursday.”
“It’s Thursday-school day.”
“It’s school next Thursday.”
“I’ve got homework to do before next Thursday.”
“It’s only Wednesday, I wish it was school day Thursday.”
‘Blah,Blah, Thursday, Blah, Blah… Thursday…Blah, Blah…’ It was quite annoying! But Cyril never told him that because he knew how much Obby liked school.Obviously!
He liked learning new things ‘At School-On Thursday-Ever Thursday- Once a week-four times a month, approximately forty-eight times a year-with NO School Holidays…’ Cyril had heard this all before, again and again.
But today, this Thursday, Cyril had lots to tell Obby. So before Obby could talk about his day at SCHOOL he told him about his day.
“Obby”,he said, “I’ve had the most exciting day.”He started talking before Obby had even said ‘Hello’.
He told him that he was sitting on the cliff path near the New Harbour, when he saw two bus loads of children, “There were more than a 109”, he said. Cyril stopped counting at 109, that was the highest number he counted to-Why? Nobody knew.Not even the doctor.
“They walked along the cliff path”, he said, “From the New Harbour to the Old Harbour, 5 km’s in fact. Some complained it was too far,others complained it was too short.”
He told Obby he thought it was some type of educational outing and when Obby asked him why he said, “Because they kept pointing at me,and one little girl thought there were 36 of me’s but really it was only me she saw 36 times. I also walked the 5 km’s. Look at my sore little feet, they need a good soak in salt water”.
“Dip them in the sea”, Obby said, “It’s full of salt.”
Cyril pretended not to hear, he did that sometimes when he didn’t want to hear certain things, and he certainly didn’t want to hear about him and his toes being in the ocean-the sea and him weren’t friends ever since he had slipped off the rocks and landed in it with a big fat SPLASH!
He carried on telling Obby about all the children, and how the teachers walked with them all the way to make sure they were safe, and about the Sir Principal and his Big Boom Box and how he rapped a song and Elphick jumped out of the water to see who the new whale crier was.
He told Obby about the delicious lunch they had, and how Mr Boom Box Principal and all the teachers made sure -doubly sure- that nobody had been left out. “There was one teacher”, he said, “She was a magician because she stretched that bottle of tomato sauce from Hermanus to Cape Town. Magic at its best”.
After lunch Sir Principal and Lady Teacher, asked the children lots of questions.
“What type of questions?”asked Obby.
“Now that I think of it”,Cyril said, scratching his head, “They were about you.”
“Me?”said Obby,acting all surprised.
Cyril suddenly went very quiet and looked around to make sure they weren’t being watched and then whispered, “I think somebody is writing stories about you and all your adventures.”
“Really” said Obby, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I think you’ve had too much sun”.
“I think you’re right”,said Cyril,rubbing his head, “Because I thought I saw an Obby puppet too!”