I put my marble back.
On the way, I was walking through the woods at Mill River and a small snake scared me. It was between one foot and a foot and a half long. After we both jumped, we both froze and there was a five minute standoff. Eventually I waved a stick around its head and it struck twice instead of escaping. Then it took a tentative nip, turned around, and slithered off a few feet at a leisurely pace. I hope it didn't break its fangs or anything. It was black with white longitudinal speckles and three cream-colored stripes, one fat one on each side (perhaps the entire underside) and a thin one down the center of its back.
When I got to the gravel pit, I decided the marble shouldn't go back there even though that's where it came from, so I walked back down the trail and took the trail we missed the day we ended up at the gravel pit. Then I threw it into the trees.
This fits (no pun intended):
You will perish of fits. Repeat this to yourself:
"Things can work out even if I don't get
my way. Things can work out even...."
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die? brought to you by
Quizilla I guess I'll die in a violent fit of ouahing. If that's the case, the end is near.