“The morning sun feels good on my back as I lay stretched out across the sandy road.”
“Oh, no! It’s the giant! Here she comes, straight for me! It’s too late for me to get away. I’m a goner, for sure!
“Calm down. Remember what Mama told me — ‘Be the stick you want to see in the world.’ Be the stick. Be the stick. . . . “
Here’s a sweet little pine snake I saw on my walk yesterday, laying in the middle of the fire line road, sunning himself. He was so still, I thought he was a crooked stick at first and almost stepped on him.