THE FIASCO in the WOODS

I had been earlier warned but was persistent. I had even asked myself why mum couldn’t just comprehend; she was making me miss out on the fun with Brian-my best friend. But whatever became of the visit to Brian’s country home, only God can explain.

Tragedy was click started by the old man’s idea of us touring the fields on arrival. He wanted us to compliment him before settling for a meal and later a fishing .Brian’s dad courageously led us through into the woods to an ancient water spring signaling he wasn’t horrified by those python stories said about his gardens.

I noticed the silence in the trees on our way back. The birds had stopped the tweeting. And observing a large tail swerve behind a mahogany made me believe we were dealing with a python. Upon realizing the python’s loops, we leapt past them. Brian died on spot after a hit from the creeper’s tail in the jumping process but mine was just perfect. I could tell from the sound of the old man’s cracking bones he had been out played by the wise serpent. I was forced to cry out for help. Redemption came with the noisy rush of the villagers which drove away the horrible creature.

Brian’s dad later had both of his legs amputated-the reason I now condone much of what mum decides.


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