A Series of Strange Writings

I sat in a garden, just the simplest of gardens, and yet so pretty. I could not tell you the names of the plants in that garden, as I do not know their names, but there were quite a few. As i sat in this garden, one of the unnamable plants shifted right in front of me. I leaned forward, as this was surely not caused by a breeze.

Out popped an odd creature, long and thin, not a single leg upon its body, yet it could still move. The creature slid towards and I simply asked, "Hello sir, I have never met you."

The creature chuckled and said with a whispy voice, "Ah, that is because you could not find me. See, i am the snake, a beast of the garden, one of many in fact. You have simply sat in the same spot of the garden, so you have never met us beasts."

I nodded, "A beast, does that mean you are bad?"

The snake continued its chuckle as it touched my foot, "Oh most certainly so, I could devour you whole without a single thought. In fact, that is the reason i am here."

"Oh." I watched as the snake made its way around me, it kept me tight in its armless hold as its face slinked in front of mine, "Please do not eat me sir snake, I do not think I will taste good. Not to mention, I will probably dislike being eaten."

The snake flashed its wicked grin, "So kind, to ask politely. Perhaps I shall spare you for this day, as your peculiarity is charming. If you are still here tomorrow, I shall eat you."

"Good day sir snake," I called as it slinked away from me, back into the unnamable plant with nothing more than a chuckle.

And with that, the snake did return the next day, as I had stayed. It slinked from the same plant and let out the same chuckle.

"You did not leave, despite knowing I'd eat you. How come?"

This time I held out my hand and let the snake climb that, "I did not want to be rude and leave you here alone."

"How odd, perhaps I wont eat you today. But rest assured, tomorrow I shall."

And so it came each day, every time promising to eat me the next day, every time commenting on the oddity of my politeness. I did not want to leave it alone, and it did not want to give up. Each day, the snake told me the names of the unnamable plants, each day it warned me of other beasts.

I quite like the snake beast of the garden, it is quite odd. Its politeness is a peculiarity that certainly makes the days happy. I think I shall leave tomorrow, but only if sir snake does not show, as I do not want to be eaten, but I do not want to leave it waiting.