One frosty, cold, ice night. Dizzy the snake was purple all around. Frightened of the night in the wild, everything moving towards the wind, what else could frighten her?
A bear with a scary face, a fire in the woods, although that would warm her up and bring her the light of the single flame, Like the sunshine has already rises in the blue cloudy sky.
When Dizzy woke she saw a fish, a Japanese Fighting Fish that kind of just flew out of the water and landed in her mouth. And she ate it happily.