In the heart of this serene village, children would often play by the pond, their laughter echoing through the trees. However, they always kept a wary distance from the ancient tree standing by the water's edge, for beneath its gnarled roots lived an old snake. The children feared him, whispering tales of his venomous bite.

Monu found himself lost amidst the dense foliage, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. As twilight deepened, he began to cry, the sound of his sobs mingling with the rustle of leaves. It was then that the old snake emerged from the shadows, "Why do you cry, child?"

Monu hesitated, wiping his tears with trembling hands. "I'm lost... I can't find my way home," he replied. To Monu's surprise, the snake nodded understandingly and carefully lifted him onto his back. With a gentle sway, he carried Monu through the forest, their path bathed in moonlight.

Monu's parents rushed forward, their faces awash with relief. "He brought me home," Monu explained, pointing back at the snake who lingered at the forest's edge. The villagers, amazed, gathered around, their fear of the snake replaced with gratitude.

Monu and the other children began sharing tales of their newfound friend, the snake. Together, they explored the forest, discovering its hidden wonders—glowing fireflies that danced in the night and herbs with healing powers. The children learned to respect all creatures, understanding the balance of nature.

The festival was a celebration of harmony between humans and nature, a testament to the friendship forged between Monu, the snake, and the village. As laughter and music filled the air, the snake watched from the edge of the forest, content in his newfound role as a cherished guardian of the village.