I ran back in and got a sack and we managed to get him out of the bush and into the sack. Then, we took a little trip down to the river near our house. On the drive over, he just coiled up on my lap inside the sack, standing up every so often to see if he could escape. He was a very curious snake! When we got near the river, we found a big field with old Valley Oaks (for cover from the hawks) and tall grasses. There. we let him have his freedom. He felt good coiled around my hand, smooth and cool, his little forked tongue darting in and out. I laid him gently in the grass and off he went, disappearing almost instantly, glad to be gliding on slick grass and not hot asphalt.
Last night, at the movies – we went to see “Water for Elephants” I grew very upset over the scene where the ring master beats the elephant. I know I was too loud in the theatre; my fiancé reminded me that I shouldn’t be so vocal and that it was
just a movie and that no elephants were harmed.
Still, it was very upsetting for me. After the film, I told myself that since animals were so very important to me, and that I’ve been wanting to volunteer or assist somehow with a rescue group, that I would start the very next day – I would
get involved
. I wasn’t sure where or how. God gave me a snake as my first assignment!
