The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout.
Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain, and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.
Adorned in colourful clothes, her students looked like the rainbow. Ms Oggie sang amazing rhymes and her students hummed them not only at school but at home as well.
Her teaching style, be it any subject, whether it was a rhyme or a difficult math problem, was so fascinating that students from all around the neighbourhood wished to take admission to her school. But unfortunately, the seats were limited.
Named "Jungle School", it was different from other ordinary schools. It did not have a hall, building, teachers to teach various subjects, and traditional classrooms. Students sat at desks amidst greenery.
Ms Oggie did not believe in taking classes in closed rooms. She believed that students should enjoy the beautiful nature and breathe in the fresh air. Students can express their feelings without hesitation in an open space.
Another unique thing about this school was that students were not classified according to their ages.
Ms. Oggie was an ever-smiling orangutan, who was the owner, teacher and principal of the school. She did not have enough money to run the school, so students of all age groups were seated in one single class.
Her teaching style was so interesting that everyone studied there sincerely. Catty cat, Jumpy monkey, Jumbo elephant, Gigi gazelle, Snowy leopard, Popo parrot, Nimmi Nilgai, Larry langur, and many other animals were her students.
This story is from the September First 2023 edition of Champak.
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