A mysterious place it was. Instead of soft green grass, and tall, sturdy trees, there stood square hard blocks and rough stone grounds. Crickets never chirped, she didn’t even know if there were any. The only true thing was the sky. That was what she loved. How it changed every so often, its soft clouds that she would imagine being curled up on, warmed by the heat of the yellow-white sun.
She was terrified of the night. Scary things came out at that time. Tall things that stood on legs. She envied them. They were not afraid of the night, they had legs to run away on. Point-ears, as my granny called them lurked in the night time shadows. They too had legs, four of them! Their long tails swished as they walked. That was nothing. She was afraid of the eyes. Some were blue or green, maybe yellow but the all had the same menacing look to them. Wild barks replaced the crickets, though no one has ever seen the maker of the sound, and lived.
As she slithered onward a strange rumbling shook the ground. Seconds later lights like two bright eyes glowed yellow. Closer the eyes moved, blinding her. Suddenly she entered a place of peace, she was no longer worried or scared, or alive. she had finally gotten on top of that cloud.
Look out for more chapters of Snake! -Hattie

