From my
upside-down position, I saw a hawk make a right (or was it a left?) turn. Like
a clicking camera lens I saw scenes pass before my eyes, focused for only a
split second before disappearing. I saw the Herefords walking upside down
toward their afternoon feeding. The cattle were followed quickly by dirt bank,
willow tree trunk, willow tree top, blue sky, opposite bank, staring faces,
green foamy water.
Then—just as
Billy Joe drew his arm back to throw the Snicker—-someone screamed,
"Snaaaaaake!"
The cry sent
chills through my gyrating body.
"Snake!
Snake! Snake!" roared from a dozen throats. I lost what little control I
had and came out of my forward flip somewhere south of China, flipping,
twisting, legs pumping like pistons. I saw a chocolate-brown blur coming at me
at high speed against a background of scampering bodies, leaves and spraying
water.
Where was the
snake?
I reached out
frantically in the general direction of the blur and felt a stinging sensation
on the right side of my face as the candy bar hit with surprising impact. I
grabbed it and shoved it into my mouth just as my tender stomach hit the
surface of Jackass Junction.
Where is the
snake? What kind is it? Is it true they can't bite underwater? Screams of panic
echoed across the pastureland.
"Look, it's a
granddaddy! Lookit that sucker!"
I was underwater
with a mouth full of Snicker and muddy creek water. I couldn't breathe, but
that was not half as important as the location of the intruder. The Devil King
swam somewhere in the same pool with the naked I, and I didn't like it one
little bit.
They were still
ranting about the size of the cottonmouth when my head finally appeared above
the surface.