This morning, I woke up at day-break. I ate a delicious meal of peacock & parakeet pancake with chopped strawberries and kawalibroons sprinkled on top that my boyfriend Takilaboya brought back from Hong Kong.

When then went to the park to play basketball, only to find the court turned into a Walmart. Angered, we went inside the Walmart and asked to see the manager.

The manager, a young pigeon with the eyes of an ox and temper of an American automobile, came to see us and asked us if we wanted to play hide and go seek with the rattlesnakes. I said yes. My boyfriend said he had to go run some errands. I knew that was an excuse. He then jumped into the sky and flew away. I never saw him again, but who cares?

After all the clouds dissipated, I finally found the last rattlesnake and proceeded to eat it. It stammered, "Please, fair one, eat me not! If a moose were to cross the river of Phoegis, would mosquitos still sing beautiful hymns of antelopes grazing in the wild swamps of Babylon?"

"No."

The rattlesnake continued. "If all the grass in the world were to melt this very instant, would wild monkeys emerge from the Russian caviar factories carrying plates of butter and singing proud songs of courage and love?"

"No."

The rattlesnake then said. "I wasn't born a rattlesnake. I was a born on a meadow from the hair of a siamese cat. I still remember the day I was born, because it was the same day that the Calvary of Guani stormed the Palace of Toys."

I was touched by this young rattlesnake's story. Together, we cried and we laughed.

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