Life as a giant snake...is mostly spent asleep.
You're a large snake, but it's a large rat (the flowery meadow must have agreed with it), and you feel pleasantly full and sleepy after swallowing it. You drag your heavy body over to the nearest trees and go to sleep.
You're not sure how long it is before you wake up. The sun is lower, but it could be a few hours later or a few days. The rest has cleared your head a little. You still feel sleepy, coiled in the warm sun, but your mind has room for other thoughts besides HUNGRY HUNGRY EAT. You seem to remember that something is wrong. Part of your mind is telling you that you should be revolted by swallowing a rat whole. You can't quite think why. You remember crossing a field of flowers, moving in some strange, unsnakelike way, and turning into... Into...
Oh.
You stand up, despite having no legs, balancing on lengths of scaled underbelly so you can look down at yourself. The sight is impressive: thirty feet of scaly, sinuous muscle, and not a limb in sight. Your body is thicker than half of the nearby trees. You can feel the rat being digested in your stomach, but it's not big enough to make a bulge in your green sides.
This, you think with reptilian calm, is an interesting situation. You've lost your clothes, you've lost your body, and - you experiment and manage some soft hissing - yes, you've lost your voice. You're much better-looking this way, of course, but it might make things difficult. Any humans you meet are more likely to send you to a zoo than talk to you.
You wonder if there are any other anacondas around here.
Written by Chrysalis on 11 May 2009
The end (for now)