Monday, May 14, 2007
When the shit goes down, you better be ready!
The snake wrapped itself tightly around the trunk of the developing bush hoping to blend in and camoflauge itself from the restless looks of the men inspecting it. 'Leave me alone,' it seemed to say. 'Nothing to see here, move along now' it cried. One man took a fallen twig and starting poking at the snake as his brethren stood, mouths gaping as if stung by some paralyzing mystery bug.
The snake, unbeknownst to the men, had wings that it had tightly retracted so they molded to the shape of its body. They were the same wings as insects have though one might expect them to be more like bat wings. They were waxy and transparent.
The winged serpent decided he'd had enough of this torture and deciding that the men were not going to let him be it quickly unleashed its wings in the blink of an eye as it slithered upwards toward the bush's apex. Once there the snake took flight, high and fast; never to be seen again.
The snake, unbeknownst to the men, had wings that it had tightly retracted so they molded to the shape of its body. They were the same wings as insects have though one might expect them to be more like bat wings. They were waxy and transparent.
The winged serpent decided he'd had enough of this torture and deciding that the men were not going to let him be it quickly unleashed its wings in the blink of an eye as it slithered upwards toward the bush's apex. Once there the snake took flight, high and fast; never to be seen again.
