Today would be the day. Selection day. No one believed him because they were all just a bunch of snakes casting forth their evil onto him without consideration of his ability. But today; today would be the day.
When he was little, he had heard the footsteps in the woods, and a fear inched along his skin making him crawl into the thicket with his muscles tightened into a coil waiting silently for the booted crunching of leaves and sticks to pass. He hated the feeling, while the teasing of the others made him want to slither away into his loneliness and disappear.
If only he could get the chance to face that fear again. Then he would show everyone his courage. The courage of old, told so many times in so many ways to reflect the culture of pride and natural fortitude.