
"Hello there, human," he says.
"Hello, fine snake."
"Welcome to my beautiful home," says snake.
"How very good," says human. "You live here long, yes?"
"My mothers before me came here before the trees arrived."
"Oh my," the human says, "that is a fine history. And this is a fine day!"
"Then why," asks snake, "do you look so sad?"
"Oh snake, I am just a foolish old man. My years are going to come to an end soon. I do not wish to go. My hospitable friend, death for a human is not easy like for animals and plants. I miss the flowers already. Snake. What is your secret for living so long? Why do you not die?"
Snake laughs, "Because I shed my skin."
"Teach me, Snake. Teach me, please, to shed my skin, so I may live another day."
"As you wish, human."
Snake took the old human into his care. And through the weeks ahead, taught him to sleep like a snake and peel his skin off. From then on when the man felt his time coming to an end, he would just go to sleep and peel his skin off. And he was happy and no longer afraid.
Kay Cordell Whitaker
The Reluctant Shaman
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