My life as a former head piece

Do you believe in reincarnation? Do you believe that you can be anything in the world if you
want to be? Well, I was. But not what I wanted to be. I was one of the snakes on Medusa’s head.
She was so vindictive. Our reaction, you know, all of the snakes on her head, were solely based
on the mood she was in. When she was angry, we hissed at onlookers. When she was ecstatic, we
smiled and shook our rattlers. We were supposed to be a symbol of death to all that crossed her
path, but we weren’t really. All we were, and this might surprise you, was princesses from
foreign lands. That woman may have been a “Greek goddess,” but she wouldn’t look into the
future like many thought.
She was just some insane washed up beauty, who like the evil stepsisters in “Cinderella”
couldn’t win the love of one Price Charming so she decided to take up the art of witchcraft and
began casting spells on all those who did live in that, “…and they lived happily ever after,”
situation. She was a bitter woman. She set out seeking revenge on all the European castles
including on their precious princesses who lived inside. How you may ask? She transformed
them into serpents and placed them upon her head, laid upon her feet and coiled the rest around
her arms, all 101 of us.
This off the wall woman managed to poison us by taking some evil concoction and
spreading it around our rose gardens. She knew we couldn’t resist picking flowers in our garden.
It calmed our minds and heightened our spiritual awareness.

So why didn’t this potion effect our male servants? We all started to converse, in snake
speak of course, while sitting upon Medusa’s head and came to realize she made it to effect only
women, rich women, beautiful women.
I am princess of Godiva, like the chocolates. It’s a small kingdom that harvests corn and
grows water lilies and red roses. I was born of royalty, laced with a red rose gown and golden
blonde hair and blue eyes. I mesmerized onlookers. Many of the others were the same hair,
royalty with blonde hair and blue eyes. Each one more radiant than the last. These girls were
from kingdoms that were known, but small enough that if the girls were missing it would take
awhile for anyone to truly take notice.
One day all of us became tired of Medusa’s evil ways. Perhaps, because she made many
think she was all powerful when in reality her cauldron was more powerful than her pinky finger.
We all tricked that women into turning us back into our former selves again.
I know you’re wondering how we could do such a thing. But we did. It was simple. Once
she was asleep, we whispered softly into her ear, all one hundred and one of us. We whispered of
the times when she was kind and gentle. We whispered of our husbands and of the armies who
were set out to take a bow and arrow to the base of her heart and the top of her head. We let her
stew in her own thoughts and nightmares. We let her become insane that believe the only way
out, the only way to sanity, was to let us go, to let us be free. She scrambled frantically one day,
beating her head up against the wall and cast a spell while doing it. We all began to fall off as she
hit up against the wall, falling fast to the ground and all at once becoming ourselves again.
And, that’s how I am able to tell my story today. Not many will ever be able to say they
were a snake on a madwoman’s head, but I can. Oh, but I can.