Oscar lies in a field, half-awake, after having a big ol' mouse for dinner the previous night. Upon opening his sweet little eyes, he is dazed when he discovers that the power of the English language had been embedded in his tiny snake brain. He ponders for moments when he realizes the mouse he ate was a radioactive laboratory mouse that has the intelligence of a middle school student. As more moments pass he makes out the words, "holly" and "wood" and sets out west to test to newly found knowledge.
During the trip west, Oscar feels a little sick below the stomach. He looks down his snaky body to reveal two little stubs where legs would be. He believes to grow a full set of legs by the next morning, thanks to the radioactivity of the nourishing mouse. Recalling the geography class the mouse took, he quickly realizes he is in the Mojave desert of Nevada and understands he must camp for the night. The mouse, still somehow digesting in his body, gives him just enough energy to find a nice spot to sleep.
After waking in the morning as the desert is heating up, he looks down to reveal long, green legs, still just as slithery as the rest of him except Oscar is now a bipedal being of reptilian descent. Quite the sight this would be, he is afraid that Hollywood wants nothing to do with him. He decides there is no turning back and now walks closer and closer to his destiny. Along the border of Nevada, he feels something in his legs, like they have a mind of their own. The mouse he digested was a ballet dancer of the gods and Oscar now harnesses the power within. He deduces that a ballet snake is just what Hollywood needs so he goes now to finish his quest.
Arriving in the metro area of California, Oscar is greeted with ugly stares and scary, unfamiliar faces. He sees the movie interviewing building across the street and dances away to it. As he crosses the street whilst dancing in the most beautiful of fashions, a driver is blinded by the alluring ballet moves he is executing and Oscar is hit head on, crippling his new legs and barely alive. The culprit drives on as if nothing happened, and Oscar questions his existence. "I was so close," he thinks, "and here I am dying in the middle of the street, doing what I loved to do." With his dying breath he realizes he is nothing but a radiated snake with a dream that was almost concluded and that was good enough for him.
I really enjoy the humor you've sprinkled out throughout the story, however the story has a few grammatical errors and comma misuses. Good story needs more goblin darts.
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