It's true to say that the little seaside town of Whippy Cove, has received more than it's fair share of unfriendly weather just recently.
However, the seemingly incessant wind and rain of the last week or two, has not in any way deterred the little Sunnyside learners from enjoying their beloved outdoor learning environment.
Togged up to the eyebrows in waterproofs and Wellington boots, the little learners appear oblivious to the howling gales and the chilly temperatures, and continue to delight in activities such as sand and water play, construction and wheeled toys.
Even today, when the outside area resembled a small lake following a prolonged deluge of overnight rain, the little learners couldn't wait to pile on their waterproofs and seize the opportunity to float their hand-crafted yogurt pot sailing boats across the newly formed, complete with waves, lake.
It was during the yogurt pot launching activity, that one particular little learner wanted to tell Miss Kind about an experience he had whilst out and about in the rain very recently. As he stood in the water being buffeted by a crosswind and fighting to keep the tassels on his hat from whipping him in the face, he told Miss Kind how the rain had started off as rain, "then it suddenly turned into.......you know..........snail bones!"
"Snail bones you say?" Questioned a smiling Miss Kind. "The rain turned into snail bones?"
"Yes!" Replied the little learner very definitely. "And snail bones are really, really dangerous, 'cause they stab you when you look up!"
Miss Kind couldn't help thinking that she might need to invest in some sort of reinforced umbrella, in the event of her getting caught out in a shower of dangerous snail bones.
It just begs the question............ where on earth can one buy a snail bone proof umbrella in Whippy Cove?
We don't care about the weather
When we go out to play.
We're not bothered if it's foggy,
Or if it's raining everyday.
It don't matter if Jack Frost
Is nipping at our toes.
So what if there's an icicle,
Hanging from our nose!
We like it when it's windy.
We love it in the snow.
When the grown ups ask, "Shall we go in?"
The answer's always no!
In a certain type of weather
You'll soon hear our moans and groans,
And that's when we are being stabbed,
By horrid snail bones!
|"Uh-oh! We're gonna need hard hats........it's them snail bones again!"|