{"id":13072,"date":"2020-12-30T03:21:00","date_gmt":"2020-12-30T01:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alluringcreations.co.za\/wp\/?p=13072"},"modified":"2023-10-08T13:59:01","modified_gmt":"2023-10-08T11:59:01","slug":"how-the-snake-lost-its-legs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alluringcreations.co.za\/wp\/how-the-snake-lost-its-legs\/","title":{"rendered":"How the Snake Lost Its Legs"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A recent discovery of snake fossils proved that snakes used to have limbs, so let’s imagine how the snake lost its legs in a short story from the series Babadiertjies van Afrika<\/em>, baby animals from Africa<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The colors of the desert were red, its tall dunes were red, punctuated by green grass clumps. These were the colors the boy knew best. Oh, and the sky’s bright blue that the dune’s sharp crests profiled against.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

These were the shades the boy knew best, darker under the first blinking of the sun, as if they still carried the night spirits on their backs. Paling when the sun yawned over the skyline, as if the boiling star sucked their vigor too, together with that of all moving life forms. And finally, turning into long stretching shadows that chased after the slaying sun, like snakes dancing along the dunes, snakes that never learn. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His favorite shade was that of the dunes before nightfall, the same as his mother’s skin. The grains of sand felt just as fine between his fingers, and the evening’s snake-like shadows reminded him of her braids framing her smile, tickling his face while she spun bedtime stories for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He missed hearing them, hearing the soft clicks of her speech, the dance of her hands as they became, in turn, elephant ears<\/a>, horses, and beetles, and bucks… As soon as he measured taller than a hyena, his father, who was so tall that could look over a lion’s mane, took him hunting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Days were long in the desert, among the shift changing dunes, the hot-hot sand, and him, alone with his thoughts. ‘A hunter with a loud voice will sleep hungry at night,’ was the first lesson his father taught him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So the boy listened, kept quiet, and at night told himself his mother’s stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tonight, after seeing the long snakes dancing in the sunset along the spines of the dunes, after spotting Mother Moon shedding a tear – one he had followed with his skinny finger all the way from there to there, knowing that ‘a hard day will come soon for one of the San’, and hoping it was not him – tonight, he will spin himself his favorite yarn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Namib desert at night – How the Snake Lost Its Legs. Photo by Sergi Ferrete for Unsplash<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

How the Snake Lost Its Legs<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

‘Mother Moon, who was always watching over her brood, had shed a tear that night. But only those who looked, saw it. And from them, only those who believed, knew what it meant,’ his Mother once started this story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘During those times, Mother Moon, from her height in the sky, often looked into the future to see, learn and better protect her children. She does so today too, but – alas – her children know not how to listen to her anymore. Except for a few,’ his mother whispered further, with a nod towards his dad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘The Godly Mantis was one of them, arriving as soon as Mother Moon summoned. Putting her front legs together, bowing her head in respect, the Mantis listened then jumped, before the leaves even settled after Mother Moon’s speech, jumped to warn all. All the birds, all the animals, all the insects; warn them about the drought, urge them to pack food for the road, grab their young under their wing, and fly, crawl, run to safety. To water. To life. Before the desert will stretch its raspy hands and take over their land. Before it will be too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Had the creatures listened to Mantis? Yes. Had they listened because they thought of her as a leader? No. But because Mantis had warned them before, and with good cause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘All but one left. The one that led a solitary life. A long and rather bulky creature, whose snout was almost as long as a crocodile’s, but narrower; whose tail was as long as a kangaroo’s, but thinner, and whose four short legs had claws, although he never climbed a tree. Too much effort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘It was Snake, who in those times, still had legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘So Snake, basking in his sunny spot, on lush, soft grass, kept his cool and chose to remain. ‘Why worry about tomorrow,’ he thought, gulping one of the juicy frogs hopping by. As a snack, but also to prove a point, that life was sweet here, where he lived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘And life was, indeed, sweet for Snake, until all the fat frogs hopped away right past him. Life remained sweet until the rain stopped falling and the grass stopped growing. Until even the land under his belly dried out and his skin, once smooth and shiny, was now raw and flaky from scraping against dry rocks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘I better move away,’ thought Snake one day when his tongue, so dry now, could smell nothing but dust and nearly stuck to the outside of his snout. ‘This land does not suit me anymore,’ he added, for he would never admit to be wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘So he hopped away on his feet, left then right, he hopped along the hot sand that had taken over the plains, left then right, under the boiling sun, left – right. Yet the more he advanced along those dreary dunes, the more he sank into their scorching sand. And the more his feet sank into the fine, fiery gravel, the more difficult it was to pull them out again, and place them on top of the slippery, searing soil. Until it became impossible for Snake to move. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘And this was how night found Snake. Not at the end of his journey, but rather, stuck at its beginning, alone in the ever changing, slippery sand. Far from being warm and cozy, for the dunes were now as cold as ice. And Snake was chilled to the bone, after having being cooked during the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘This is it,’ thought Snake, closing his eyes. Yet he could shed no tears, for all was dry; outside as well as inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Only, Mother Moon had other plans for him as she watched from her palace in the sky, her face round with affection, her eyes underlined with worry. And as she sang over the dunes that night, the sand rolled away opening a path for snake to slid away in the morning. Although, with the grains of sand that slipped away something else rolled too, never to be found again. Snake’s legs, all dried out and shriveled by now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Had he missed them in the morning when he opened his eyes and discover a smooth path for him to wriggle on? Had he missed them further on, when he slithered away at top speed? Or when he finally caught up with the other animals, joining them through one final skilled slide?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘He never said. At least not out loud. But I do hope that he thanked Mother Moon, at least in his heart,’ the boy’s mother had smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night the little boy fell asleep, feeling his mother’s hand over his forehead, thankful in his heart for her stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a9 Patricia Furstenberg<\/em>, 2001, All Rights Reserved. After a San legend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Read further on The Conversation<\/em>: Extraordinary skull fossil reveals secrets of snake evolution<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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