The Gentle Snake Story

Starring Hairy balloon man, Val

At the city park, Hairy balloon man tells Val about the gentle snake he met by the river long ago. He remembers being worried that balloons might pop, but he chose to listen, help, and make a shady balloon parasol for the snake. When the wind tangled a loose balloon in thorns, the snake carefully saved it, and they became friends. Val encourages him to share this kind story with kids, showing empathy and problem-solving.

At the park bench, Hairy balloon man tied perfect knots. His pink beard tickled his cheeks as he said, “Val, I once met a snake.” Val rubbed her shiny necklace and whispered, “I’m listening.” The hand-pump squeaked, and the balloons swished.

He frowned. “What if the story feels scary?” He patted his pockets, then laughed. “Oh! My scissors are on my belt.” Val said, “Tell it kindly.” So he took a slow breath and began.

“Long ago, by the river,” he said, “I saw a green snake near a thorny bush.” The balloons tugged in the wind, and my heart thumped. I chose to say, “Hello.” The snake’s tongue flicked like a tiny ribbon.

A strong gust whooshed. Balloons bumped toward the snake, and I worried they’d pop. I decided to tie them to a bench first. I spoke softly, “I don’t want to scare you.” The snake nodded, coils still.

“I’m shedding,” the snake whispered, “and the sun is hot.” I heard the need, so I pumped a shady balloon parasol—squeak, squeak! Then I held it high and said, “Try this.” Cool shadow fell over the grass.

Just then, a red balloon slipped free and drifted toward thorns. I froze—then chose to ask, “Can you help?” The snake curved gently around the thorns and guided the ribbon out. “Thank you,” I breathed. We both relaxed.

Back in the present, Val’s eyes shone. “Your caring kept everyone safe,” she said. I nodded. “And Noodle was gentle.” Val whispered, “Let’s share this story with the kids.” I chose to make a friendly balloon snake.

I set the balloon snake beside the pump and ribbons. “We’ll tell it kindly,” I said. Val hummed her tiny tune, and the necklace gleamed. Because we listened long ago, we’re ready to listen again—together.