I was sending some rhymes to Courtny yesterday and she mentioned I should write a children's story. While at work I popped this out in about 15-20 minutes (unfinished, probably won't be):
Jake was a malnourished snake who lived in the desert. He used to eat better when the weather was wetter and he'd catch the field rats with ease. But now the weather was dry like grandma's wrinkly thighs and Jake was so hungry he thought he would die, if he didn't eat soon. It was nearing the end of June and Jake hadn't eaten in a week so he sought shelter under palm leaves at an oasis. On occasion he'd see birds fly by but nothing he could catch in the blink of an eye.
Three hours of sitting and reminiscing of his short life, he finally espied a tasty treat, a meerkat that measured three feet by three feet. Now Jake didn't normally eat meerkats, but figured they were the same as rats just bigger and cuter. This one was especially plump so he thought it'd be an easy lunch, then he could savor the flavor for several weeks later. Jake slyly slid along scorching sand and sunk his teeth into the meerkat's spine. "Eeegads!" the meerkat exclaimed, "why did you bite me with your venomous fangs?"
Instead of replying Jake spit and spat and thought, "gross I can never imagine eating that!" But the damage was done, the meerkat was poisoned, and Jake didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry for you," he said after a pause, "I wish I would've known you tasted worse than horned frogs."
The meerkat panicked and shouted, "I should've listened to mother but I doubted! Now I'm astounded I'll be dead before dusk." Jake felt bad for the plump guy and thought of a plan to save him before he died.
"I'm really sorry buddy, I was feeling a bit nutty under this summer sun, but I know of someone that can help us."
