In a little town not far from here, there lived a star, a puppeteer. She entertained children near and far. While her husband played his old guitar. ~ The puppets danced and the kids all giggled. The guitarist sang and everyone wiggled. But behind the show’s curtain of green, the puppeteer performs, always unseen. ~ But she’s not sad, she’s quite content, the shows always fun and it pays the rent. Their home life is great with two cats and a dog. And in a pond nearby they had a pet frog. ~ Their children, now grown and moved far away, but they all get together for Christmas day. The tree lit up bright and gifts piled high. They await the sunrise in the cold winter sky. ~ First up’s the grandkids, it’s time to explore. Next was the dog that sleeps by the door. The children were silent peaking at the gifts. Each on lookout in five minute shifts. ~ Tape’s gently pulled and corners peeled back, they had to work fast to get through the stack. The children were careful to not make a mess, because if caught, next year there’d be less. ~ It didn’t take long for them to realize, the presents were fake and the pets were spies. The children panicked and ran back to their beds, to dream once more of dolls, blocks and sleds. ~ But the parents sat waiting at the top of the stairs. The kids now caught broke down in tears. They ruined Christmas and the parents were mad. The grandparents were disappointed and that was sad. ~ A lecture was given while breakfast they ate. Grandma’s lesson was that good things are worth the wait. And that things are not always as they appear, you can take it from her, she’s a puppeteer. ~ Breakfast was finished at a leisurely pace. Anticipation beamed from everyone’s face. Then a puppet appeared dressed as Santa Claus, who passed out presents to much applause.
My story began on the fifth of May. The day was chilly with a sky of gray. In my tent, cozy, I woke to a scream. Was it a person or was it a dream? ~ Morning dew thick, I stood there alone. The sun newly risen, I reached for my phone. No urgent messages or a soul in sight. No reason at all to cause such a fright. ~ The bikes were still leaning on a nearby tree. They’re the only way home for my pal and me. I then ran to the tent of my snoring friend, who’s along for the ride this spring weekend. ~ But the roar from within made it quite clear, my old friend’s just fine, no need to fear. I then glanced down the path to a campsite nearby. Something felt wrong but I didn’t know why. ~ I tiptoed closer when another scream was heard. It was the voice of a child, but that seemed absurd. I then ran to the shrieking and what did I find? Kids with a snake and they weren’t being kind. ~ I said hey kids “what’s with the noise? And why do you think that snakes are toys?” One little girl about seven or eight, said she wanted a pet and snakes are great. ~ Her brother the screamer cried at the thought. He’s afraid of snakes or anything caught. The other two children stood quiet and surprised, their naughty ways they now realized. ~ I said all life should be treated as if it’s your own. A lesson you should have already known. Soon the kid’s parents arrived on the scene. Their mother was angry, their father, big and mean. ~ He yelled loudly at his children and then at me. Saying stay away from my kids or trouble you’ll see. I knew not to argue or make a big fuss. But there was something I hoped to discuss. ~ I said “no problem, it’s not what it seems.” I then told them my story of snakes and screams. Their mom, disgusted, took the kids back to camp. The dad growled asking “do you think I’m damp?” ~ Puzzled, I asked “what do you mean, I’ve only told you what I’ve seen.” “I saw no snake, just my kids and you.” The dad replied, “What would you do?” ~ I know what I thought, but I couldn’t say. I felt it best to live through the day. I could’ve run, but to where? I could’ve fought him, but I didn’t dare. ~ He then picked up a very big stick. Then he charged at me like a lunatic. I stood frozen awaiting my demise, when the little snake caught the big man’s eyes. ~ He stopped on a dime and screamed in fear. His reptilian angst now was clear. So I slowly bent over and picked up the snake. The big man then started to tremble and shake. ~ “This is the culprit,” I loudly said. As I waved it gently near his clammy head. Sobbing, he begged, “Please take it away. I now believe everything you say.” ~ I took a step back, surprised and relieved. The turn of events was hardly believed. I thanked that snake and said goodbye to the dad. He just waved, whimpering and sad. ~ I then put the snake down and walked quietly away. I was relieved we survived this fine spring day. I went back to my tent then fell back to sleep, never to tell who a snake made weep.