"A toad does not run in the daytime for nothing."
The stars shall lead us to safer land. All in favour, we depart at sunset.
Yes, we will bring all the kids.
"A toad does not run in the daytime for nothing." I will not risk migration while my family can still hunt in this desert.
I will not leave this desert.
Soon, there will be no prey in the desert. All animals in their right senses are leaving with Fox.
Snake, your family is dying. Please come with us.
Snake, you are not a toad nor would you be travelling in the daytime. We must migrate to survive. You will not survive like this.
Eyes bulging, skin flaking, Scorpion and Snake hobbled across the desert. They were not alone in this misery; the wind had not blown in many months and many animals withered to lethargy. Therefore, it was unusual to see Fox galloping across the sand below.
A week later...
Fox called upon insects across the desert, boasting to have a solution for escaping the drought. Camel began preparing for the journey, as did Owl, Beetle, and Jackrabbit.
Forgive me, Moon. Tortoise was wise; I will not survive this desert void of wind and rain.
Very well. However, you told Tortoise "I will not leave this desert." As you wish.
Like most animals of this time, Snake had legs. Snake also had a starving family, yet refused to trust Fox for leading a migration. As the sun sets, Tortoise attempt to change Snake's mind.
Moon, what have you done! My family will not recognize me; how am I to travel without legs? You've cursed me!
Snake, I have not cursed you. You are now adapted to stay in the desert like you always wanted.
Snake enjoyed the solitude of a barren desert, although noted the migration left sparse sources of prey. Formerly, grass hunting grounds shrieked with beetles and insects. Now, Snake was delirious and struggling to run across the sand.
The benevolent Moon noticed Snake's despair, agreeing to help once Snake confessed his pride with a sacrifice. Snake offered his oldest son, who had recently perished from starvation.
When Snake awoke, he found his oldest son miraculously revived. Upon noticing he was now legless, joy became fury. Snake retaliated at Moon. The cold night air affected Snake much more than it had before.
Snake has remained to slither and hiss apologies to the Moon to this day. Now cold-blooded, he learns to conserve his energy, for a snake " does not [slither] in the daytime for nothing."