one. Just when he was despairing over the likelihood that he would have to disappoint his favorite daughter, he saw a great mansion encircled by a high, red-brick wall, over which the most beautiful flower he’d ever seen was hanging.
[“Mom, what kind of flower was it?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Was it a rose?”
“I don’t know.”
“What does it matter? Why can’t you just listen to the story?” one of my sisters said.]
“He ran over and picked the flower, and lo and behold, a thunderous voice boomed from behind the wall, as a man’s face appeared.
‘Who are you? How dare you pluck my only flower?’ the man said.
‘I… I… am so sorry. I saw this beautiful flower and could not help myself,’ the merchant replied in a terrified voice, for what came after the face was not a human body but a gigantic, coiling snake.
[“How big was the snake?”
“Very big—so big it could survey his whole house without moving at all.”
“How did it do that?”
“He sat in his living room and stuck parts of his body out so his head could move around the yard.”
“Wow, I wish I could do that—then I wouldn’t have to go to school!”
“You want to become a snake? Ugh!”]
“‘So, you thought that since the flower was pretty you could just pick it for yourself?’
‘No, sir, I… I…’
‘You what? If you don’t give me a good reason, I’m going to devour you, and believe me, I can do that very easily.’
[“If he had a knife with him, he could cut his way out of the snake’s belly and kill it too,” I said.
“Why do you have to interrupt all the time?” asked my second sister.]
“The frightened merchant told the snake about the promise he’d made to his daughter.
‘Hmm, you sound like a good father. I will spare your life if one of your daughters is willing to take your place,’ the snake said with an unfathomable glint in his eyes.
‘I’d rather be devoured by you than have you harm my daughters!’
‘I won’t eat your daughter—I just want her company. I live alone in this big house and I’m very lonely. No girl wants to marry me, because I’m a snake.’ The snake was looking quite sad.
[“Do snakes get lonely too?”
“How would I know? Go ask a snake.”]
“‘I don’t know about that. I don’t want my daughters to marry a snake either,’ the merchant said to himself, clearly not daring to reveal his thoughts.
‘It’s up to you. Either I swallow you or you give me your daughter.’
‘I have to talk to them,’ the merchant said meekly.
‘Sure, go talk to them. You’ll know which is the filial one—whichever one is willing to sacrifice her happiness for her father. Especially after you’ve bought them beautiful clothes and fancy jewelry.’ The snake smiled.
The merchant was speechless. How could the snake have known what he’d bought for his daughters? But saving his own life was a more pressing matter, so he hurried home.
‘Remember, I know where you live. So if one of your daughters doesn’t come on your behalf in three days, I’m going to look you up and devour you!’ the snake shouted at his retreating back before recoiling inside the mansion—a sight that the merchant was fortunate to miss.
[“How did the snake know everything?” I asked.
“He was a snake demon,” my mother said.
“Where does a snake demon come from?” I asked.
“If a snake tries to be good and study the Tao, it will gradually take on human form. This snake hadn’t being studying very long because only his head was like a human’s,” my mother said.
“What is Tao?” I continued.
“Tao is to become human. Don’t you know anything?” my second sister answered impatiently.
“How would I know? We don’t learn things like that at school.”]
“when he arrived home, the merchant gave the presents to his daughters, who received them with shrieks of delight. Except for the youngest one; she could tell that something was wrong and pressed her father persistently until he told them the truth behind the flower. The first two daughters said they wouldn’t go to live with the snake, since they were not the ones who had asked for the flower. The youngest, also the prettiest, said she would go.
[“Ha! Seventh can go live with the snake,” my second sister said.
“Seventh” was my nickname, for I was the seventh child.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to live with a snake. Mom, please don’t let them make me go live with a snake.”
“They’re only teasing you.”
“Yes, Seventh can go.” It was my third sister.
“I’m not the prettiest one, so I don’t have to go. Second Sister will go; she’s prettier than me and Third Sister.”]
“The youngest daughter was terrified of the snake in the beginning, but he turned out to be a real gentleman who treated her tenderly. They were very happy together. And his house was filled with wonderful things.
[“What kind of wonderful things, Mom?” I asked.
“A big, nice Simmons? ”
“What’s a Simmons?”
“A bed with spring coils. It’s so soft, you sink into it as soon as you lie down.”
“Sixth, let Mom finish,” my second sister said.]
“After a year, the youngest daughter was no longer afraid, but she was very sad, because her father had passed away. Then, one day, her sisters came to visit her. They were completely taken by the riches of the mansion and could barely conceal their envy. So they offered to stick around to help the younger sister take care of the big house while plotting to kill her.
[“Don’t worry, Seventh, we won’t kill you...”
“Shush!”]
“They tricked her into coming to the edge of the well one day and pushed her in when she wasn’t paying attention. Then the oldest one put on her youngest sister’s clothes. when the snake came in from
