I want to express my thanks to all of you that joined, liked, and shared this site over the past six months by offering you a small gift. I wrote this tale some time back to honor my grandson’s birthday request: “Write me a story for my birthday, grandma”. He was soon to be nine years old; and how is it storytellers put it? What follows is based on a true story.
Jake Discovers Sniedley Snake
Once upon a time, long long ago, in a very strange land, there lived a lovely sort-of-old lady and her brave-hearted Boxer dog. This is really his story to tell…
Woof! Let me introduce myself. Woof! My name is Jake, and I am a Boxer dog. I live with Grandma who found my lonesome self in a pet store about nine years ago. They had put me in a cage and I hardly ever saw grass, or sky, or sunshine. But thank goodness Grandma took me home with her and changed all that.
Grandma gives me food, lets me sleep on her bed, and even buys me a hamburger (no pickles of course) from time to time. Although she is kind to me, like all human beings she has several flaws. Her hearing is poor, she cannot see in the dark, and her sense of smell leaves a lot to be desired. But I love her anyway so in return for her kindness I decided to watch out for her. I bark and let her know when the mail man comes; “woof”, and the garbage pickup happens; “woof, woof”. And when someone comes to the door; “woof, woof, woof”, I say, “someone is at the door!”
One day while guarding my home territory and smearing up the window with my nose as usual, I noticed some movement just under the bird feeder. There was a weird shadow wiggling this way and that. Since there was no wind blowing, this caused me great puzzlement. I scratched at the back door to let Grandma know I wanted to go outside. She opened the door and hooked me to my wandering chain as she always does. I welcomed the sunshine’s warming hug, and sat down in the grass so I could quietly observe every inch of my back yard.
Just under the bird feeder the grass began to wiggle in the strangest way, and then, suddenly there he was! A dark colored slithering snake sneaking through the underbrush, looking very very nasty. I sprang to my feet and ran toward him until my wandering chain made me halt. “Woof!” I said loudly, “get out of my yard!” He was still several feet beyond my reach.
I must have surprised him because he coiled up in a flash looking almost like a pig’s tail, and raised his head in the most threatening way. “ Ssssssssss-stay away dog”, he said gravely, “ssssssssss-Sniedley Snake will strike and you will not survive. This-ssssssssss is my hunting ground and you are not welcome here”.
“Danger, Danger!” I began to bark louder and louder, until Grandma came to see what all the fuss was about. I stopped barking when she stepped out of the back door because when Sniedley saw her, he quickly put his head down and once again became invisible in the underbrush. Oh dear I thought, how can I make her understand and warn her of the danger? Oh no! She has food for the birdies and is going to go over there to fill up their feeder. Oh no!
“Danger! Danger!” I barked again, “If you hurt Grandma, you will be the one to die Sniedley Snake!” But Grandma just walked closer and closer, and even the rolling thunder in the clouds gathering overhead could not drown out my barking cries of warning. Grandma finally stopped not six inches from Sniedley, who had slyly slipped under some leaves, and I thought for sure she might see him. But of course, she did not, and I heard Sniedley whisper from his hiding spot “ Ssssssssss-o, today this-ssssssssss Water Moccasin will bite Grandma at last. I no longer will have to worry about her big foot stepping on my beautiful body. This-ssssssssss will be a victorious-ssssssssss day!”
“Danger! Danger!” I barked again. Suddenly there came a blinding light followed by the loudest thunder crack I ever heard. It frightened Grandma and me to no end and left us a bit shaken. Not so for Sniedley snake however, the lightning bolt struck and fried him to a crisp!
Grandma never knew about Sniedley or his awful intentions, but I was once again a happy doggy. Sniedley was one snake that would never ever bite Grandma. And now you know even a four-legged critter can have a guardian angel, especially if he happens to be a brave-hearted Boxer dog.
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!