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

because the snake is poisonous so it's better for them to kill the snake so that it won't harm anyone in the jungle . Unfortunately ,

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

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.