You trip and fall on the snake. You squash it completely, and something gross probably comes out from it but unfortunately, you don't look to check. Unless, that is, you are a squeamish person, so that would be fortunate that you didn't look.
Anyway, you quickly stand up and brush some gooey oozy stuff off the front of your shirt. Totally gross. You keep on going until you reach an intersection.
There is an old hag's cottage to your left (looking rather like a Hansel and Gretel candy house - suspicious), and a beautiful (but possibly dangerous) waterfall to your right.