It was a Monday morning. The clock struck twelve and my new red bike arrived. I was about to open the package when a cobra slithered out of the delivery van and came towards me. Before I could think, I grabbed my bike and cycled for my life. I cycled to my friend’s house and banged on their door. He opened it and I ran through.
“Shut the door!” I said.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Taylor asked.
“There are snakes everywhere,” I nervously said. “We need to leave!”
We left immediately – for the airport. We arrived late at night and had to run to the entrance.