going for the jugular

i want to tell you a story h, it's about something i saw when i was much younger, back in my homeland

it was one of that exhausting hot afternoons, when the sun is liquid. my old man was seated in a old wooden chair and i was laying on the floor, playing with the rusty yellow sand... he was smoking his pipe and probably thinking about some improvements he needed to do in the barn, to protect the animals from the lasting hot season.
then i heard my old man whispering me to stand still... he shouted with a whispering voice. i didn't move and i saw my father starring in the opposite direction i was facing. he gently placed the pipe in the sand without a sound and, like a ghost, he started with a feet after the other walking towards me.
when he passed close to me he lifted me with a sole hand. it was, until that moment, the most powerful move i ever saw a human doing. my child body was moved like if 8 horses, running wild, pushed me with a rope. he placed me in his shoulder and, again without a sound, started moving bacwards.
i didn't realize what was going on, but i was scared to that: i never saw my old man acting like that.
his sweat drops fall on my neck, and it was like small stones of ice... the sun wasn't liquid anymore. it was frozen
he than carried  me, very slowly - i was acting like a statue - to the entrance of our old house. then his body rotated and i could see, for the first time, the direction i wasn't facing since the beginning of this story.. there was a small rat in the dust that was, just like me, playing with the rusty yellow sand. only then could i focus my sight on something else... it was like the sand was moving, like if the wind was moving the sand in a line. the sand kept on moving really close to rat. than the rat felt on the floor and begun dancing with the sand.... but it wasn't a pleasant dance... it was like just the sand was paralyzing the small rat. then, from that line of sand a mouth opened and i heard i very silver sound. the dance stopped and the rat stood still, like a stone. my old man took me inside the house that same moment and i couldn't figure out how sand could dance with animals. i just remember the trembling voice of my old man shouting in silence, warning me never to distract myself when close to a snake... even if the snake looks like sand dancing

b, i really prefer when you tell me stories of people... we both know you don't have a clue about animals