Snakes in my House
Hello readers,
Hope you enjoyed reading my Piggu story Hmm… Do you want to hear about an ‘It happened to me’? Then all you got to do is… read on!
Snakes in my House
Snakes seem frightful to some of us and nothing to others like Steve Irwin… because they just roam around with a snake on their shoulders! Here is something slithery that happened to lil’ ol’ me.
A few days back after lunch I was watching T.V. when one of our neighbors knocked on our gate warning us that a snake had entered our compound. Hearing this, I was shocked as I am very scared of snakes, no matter how harmless they are.
My father quickly took a thick stick and we all ran out though a side door. My mother was already out in the garden and we could see the snake peeping out from the darkness behind a flowerpot. It was a tiny head that stared back at us just the way we stared at it. Thinking it to be a young snake, my father went near it. But the snake crawled into our sit out.
My mother rushed inside to close the connecting door so that the snake wouldn’t enter our living room. My brother followed her but for another reason. He wanted to get a good shot at the snake. I know that you may think of a gun shot but what I’m really talking about is just a camera shot!
The snake was slithering here and there, down the footrest of a chair and it almost seemed like it was flying or gliding in air. My brother got a great shot of this unusual movement. My father poked at it with a stick and then it crawled out at full speed towards the garden where the rest of us were standing at a safe distance. It slithered over the lawn towards our cycle garage.
Oh! This snake was not as small as we had imagined. It was very long – about five feet long and it had a bright yellow body. For me it was a frightful sight to watch it slithering directly into the garage where my precious bicycle was kept.
My father opened the garage and went straight in bravely. There was the snake – coiled up behind a ladder with its head sticking out. My father poked it right on its tummy and it swizzled and swirled between my fathers legs and crawled outside very very fast leaving some confused people full of fear staring at it. It went crawling in a zigzag manner towards the big foresty compound behind our compound. My father did not harm it as it was only a harmless garden snake called the friend of a farmer. It feed on the rats and frogs which ruin the farmer’s crop.
This incident reminded me of an earlier visit of a snake to my house. I’ll tell it to you tomorrow. Well, it seems like this it enough for today. Don’t you agree?
B-bye,
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Rupashri
