On a little farm, in the small village of Mahebourg, the sun began to rise, casting its golden rays over the sugarcane fields and coconut trees. As the light touched the rooftops, a loud voice echoed through the village. 

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” 

IIt was Mr. Coq, the proud rooster, announcing that the day had begun.

The chicks of the village knew what that sound meant. 

It was time for school! 

They grabbed their bags, adjusted their uniforms, 

and hurried down the dusty paths, 

gathering under the big mango tree outside the school gate. 

With bright smiles, they called out, 

“What time is it, Mr. Coq?”

Mr. Coq, standing tall and proud, looked at his watch and said, “It’s time for the first bell! Everyone, march to class!”

The chicks laughed and giggled as they shuffled into the classroom, located in a fallen tree. Their little feet were making soft sounds against the floor. Mr. Coq tapped his claws to make sure everyone was seated before the lessons began. 

Once they were all ready, the chicks asked  

“What time is it, Mr. Coq?"

"It’s time for math!”, he said.

He pointed to a picture of a sugarcane field on the board. “Today, we’ll be counting sugarcane stalks! Can anyone tell me how many stalks are in this field?” 

The chicks squinted at the picture and tried their best to count, but as they worked, one chick began doodling a fisherman on his notebook. Another whispered to her friend about how much fun it would be to go to the beach after school.

Mr. Coq saw what they were up to and clucked loudly, “Focus please class! 

The sugarcane isn’t going to count itself!” The chicks quickly straightened up and got back to work, trying not to giggle.

After some time, the chicks became restless in their seats. They shifted around, glancing at the clock. 

“What time is it, Mr. Coq?” they asked eagerly, hoping for some relief from the long lesson.

Mr. Coq smiled. “It’s time for recess!” he declared. With that, the chicks shot out of their seats and dashed towards the playground. 

Some kicked a soccer ball on the sandy field, while others played jump rope under the shady coconut trees. Mr. Coq watched them from a distance, clicking his claws and keeping an eye on the time.

As he observed, he couldn’t help but smile at how much fun they were having.

When recess was over, the chicks returned to class, still a little out of breath from all their running and jumping. They looked at Mr. Coq with wide eyes and asked,

 “What time is it, Mr. Coq?”

“It’s time for our Creole lesson,” Mr. Coq said, pulling out a colourful book. “Today, we’ll learn through stories. Who’s ready to hear about Zozefinn the ladybug?” The class erupted in excitement.