Nissa, a small Angel Snake with body paint done in the latest array of pinks and purples, needed a new home, one with a more peaceful karma. The last artist had just not worked out. “Top Draw” he had called himself. What in the world kind of name was that? Top Draw. Nissa had once asked him about his name and all he replied was, “Don’t you get it, Dude? Top Draw. That’s me.”
She did not get it then, and after being with him for three months, she still did not get it. By anyone’s standards, his drawings were terrible. Furthermore, he had attracted only two fans—his mom and a girl who was so lonely and unattractive that all he had had to do was look at her and say, “Wadup?” to smite her with true love. That was it, two fans.
Arrogant—he was so arrogant. Nissa had offered many encouragements and suggestions. She had patiently watched him work and not work. She had left little presents on his easel. He would pick them up, look at them, shrug “huh” and then toss them into the corner.
How much abuse should an Angel Snake endure before losing all her self-respect, before giving up?
Back in school, numerous seminars had been offered on the topic of practical musing. Nissa had frankly not paid much attention to the ones on discerning the suitability of new employment opportunities. Now she wished she had. She had always thought she could rely on her beauty and the luck of the stars to get her where she wanted to go.
As she lazily flew through a quiet neighborhood bordering the arts district, her eye caught several gnomes grouped in a garden. Then she remembered. Yes. The old Angel Snakes had mentioned garden gnomes as a sign of a likely suitable spot. It made sense.
Garden gnomes would not be present unless someone in the house had a whimsical, creative spirit and an active imagination. Nissa circled the brown Arts & Crafts house several times before landing on the porch to wait for the inhabitants to come out so she could introduce herself.