After finishing the grass blade, and continuing on, you appear to come upon some sort of hedge.
Your whiskers twitch.
Danger, they say.
Standing on your hind legs, you causally take a look around.
Something is coming. You can feel it in the tiny shake in the earth. The sound of slithering fills the air with the almost certain death it brings.
A garden snake.
You jump up ready to run, but it is to late, a hiss, and then the snake lunges out of hiding.
* SNAP!!! *
Your tail screams in pain, as teeth meet skin and bone. A gaping mouth pulls you up from the ground, dragging you from the stoned garden path!
Once again, its slithering fills the air, while taking you to its nest.
You are sure you are about to be dinner.
You feel light headed, fainting from pure fright...
••• < a few hours later >
... ... ... { Wait... , I'm alive?! } you think, as soon as you regain conciseness again.
{ But didn't the snake eat me? }
Apparently not.
In fact, the snake was saving you from an even worse fate then death.
A hole.
The hole of the evil witch.
{ Now where is the snake? } you think.
...