The Kuto’s life was filled with joy. He had never been happier than he was now, living in Australia and enjoying the company of his new friends. Everything seemed perfect to him, until one fateful day when he went out for a ride on his bicycle.
It was a beautiful day, and Kuto were feeling especially good as he pedaled along the path. His green cyclist cap kept the sun out of his eyes, and the breeze through his hair felt refreshing. He sang to himself as he rode, happy just to be alive and enjoying the moment.
Suddenly, everything changed. Without warning, Kuto’s bike hit something hidden in the grass and sent him flying through the air. He landed hard on his back, knocking the wind out of himself. For a few moments he lay there gasping for breath, trying to make sense of what had happened.
Then he saw it: his bike was mangled beyond repair and next to it lay a large snake with its mouth open wide showing sharp teeth covered in venomous saliva
