Once there is a snake there lives in a jungle

Once there is a snake there lives in a jungle for more than hundred years. Many people didn't dare to go near it. The people wanted to kill the snake

there I was, face to face with the snake, and I was all alone. I did not dare move a muscle, not even when my fringe irritated my eyes. One move, I would be dead. The beady eyes

beckoned me to break the silence. I shifted my weight slightly. A twig snapped. The serpent reared up and spread its hood. "Sssstop right there," it hissed.

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Yes?" I hesitantly offered. "Do you know the time, ssssir?" Bewildered, I

realized that not only didn't I know the time, I also had no idea what day it was.Looking around, I saw I was now on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. The warm smell of

hot creosote bush burned in my nostrils. The highway warmed my bare feet. The moonless sky was violet-black with stars like magic sprinkles. Actually, they were. They swooped down

No wait, strike that. Replace the magic sprikles with... the embers of a thousand camp fires. A star fell like a bolt of heaven, flashing like the Las Vegas Strip above the tarmac

and I made a wish. An evil, dark wish. A wish that my mother had warned me to never wish for as she paddled my ample rump. It came true.

I became what I dreaded the most: I grew hooves and I stomped all day long in a living room relentlessly, driving the downstairs neighbors crazy for days on end. I became an ass.