My hat flew out of the window the other day, the reason? Harsh winds from the north. It landed near the trash can where two dogs were fighting. The subject of their conflict? The hat. One said, “this hat belongs to that old woman down the street who likes to play with the worms that she collects during the rain season, and subsequently feeds them to her snake.” The other dog had something else to say, “this hat belongs to that girl who lives in the house that we’re standing in front of”. So you’d say that the second dog was right. No. He was wrong. Actually that hat did belong to that old woman who collected worms and then fed them to her snake.
Her snake, she told me once, had been shipped all the way from Brazil. It was a boa constrictor, green, yellow, and basically a bad mixture of earthly colours. I’d say, what a pain to ship something which looks like mud, stays in a glass box, eats worms, and wiggles in a sleazy manner. But for some, I guess, it is a reflection of themselves. So perhaps she could see herself in that snake? No wonder, I thought this woman was like a snake, always wrapped around her valuables, like a snake around it’s prey. Not only was she clingy towards her things, but she was so scarily mysterious. So what’s with the hat? she claims it came with the snake.
Nagin, the name she had given to her snake, told her that the hat belonged to her previous owner, who he loved very much but the snake in the other glass box out of anger squeezed her to death. Nagin then took his ex-owner’s hat, and held it against his body. She laid on the floor, lifeless. She was dead. Apparent signs of strangulation on her body. No sign of Nagin. So Nagin had killed her. Nagin’s story about her previous owner, was a lie. He had killed her because he was obsessed with the hat, a mental fixation with that hat. He wanted that hat and at any cost. When he found out that he had killed her in vain, because the hat now belonged to me, he got very upset and vowed to kill me.
So I am actually very glad that the hat flew away, in between those two dogs. Sparing me the misfortune of being killed because I happened to have a particular hat. How do I know all this? Well, those two dogs were killed, the hat was gone, traces of a snake, and it isn’t very hard to link the dots and conclude that it was all because of a hat.
© 2008
Your opinion
| Superb | . | (5/100%) |
| Like it | . | (0/0%) |
| Not my thing | . | (0/0%) |