It was chicken night for many of the snakes this evening. There I was, casually tossing chicks at some serpents when I notice this little dry staring me down.. "I don't have anything your size, Miss Dry", I tried to explain. She simply continued to stare, into my very soul, as only a half starved(she ate her fill of ground rabbit, frog and mice Wednesday) colubrid can. What else could I do, I ask you?
I doubt the pit even noticed as it inhaled the, now legless, bird and Miss Dry sure seemed appeased:
That finished, I merrily returned to my chick tossing routine. There's Mr. Pappy, intently staring me down.. "No, Mr. Pappy, noo. These are much too small," I cried, "they won't even fill your belly!"
Do you think Mr. Pappy cared? Nope, not one little bit:
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