Jacinta And The Emu Snake
Jacinta Clifton, Grade 7
I climb up –
Look at the grass – nothing – no movement – better move back from the gate.
I turn and smell it – rotten snake – he’s right behind me.
“Hahn!” I scream.
I jump quickly on the gate, pulling the stick out of the grass and pushing it hard away from the snake.
The snake stops on the grass, skinny - white and brown patterns all over his body.
His mouth is open and I can still see his white sharp fangs and smell his ugly breath.
His eyes lock on me, red and penetrating.
I push the stick into the grass to get away.
He slides quietly into the grass and follows.
I push really hard now, nearly toppling the gate with each thrust – run! run!
But the snake is right behind her following following.