-From Here-

Once upon a time, two snaky objects asked me, 

in a voice pitched for my ears alone.

"If our story starts from here, will you come join us on this cuddly lawn?"

I looked back at them, and instantly, faced forward again.

"Why not?"  

I said so, trying to reach up my hand for a window 

reflecting the two pleasant companions.

But soon, I drew in my hand, turning slowly toward them once more,

and added some notion which just emerged in my brain.

"Next time, you gotta join my story, too,"

  

said I, and put my hand in a tiny bag. 

I took up a pen in white and a note in black then, 

smiling on the future dramatis personae in my story.