Friday 19 July 20XX,
11 pm
Dear Diary
I had a strange experience in the morning when I went to fill my pitcher with water. I saw a snake drinking water from the trough. I felt honoured at his presence. I was fascinated by him and let him drink water. I stood and waited like a second-comer.
The ‘voice of education’ provoked me to kill the snake as it was golden and poisonous. But my inner conscience pricked me that the snake had come as a guest and so should not be killed. Suddenly I saw the snake going back. I picked up a log and threw it at the retracting snake. The snake twisted but disappeared into a hole in the ground.
I am filled with guilt and regret at the act of throwing the log. A feeling of remorse is overpowering me, I should not have done that because the snake had shown no intention to harm me.
Good night Diary.