Hey at least your Mom allowed you to free Jake! We lived next door to a canal and there were snakes in our yard quite often. Nearly all were non poisonous bug eaters. But my Mother would turn three shades of white, and start shrieking for either my dad or I to grab the shovel and kill whatever snake dared to show his face near our clothesline. Being an obedient child, I always complied, but I can't tell you how much being a snake assasin has haunted me over the years! I have always rather liked and respected snakes despite my mother's aversion to them. This write is adorable! Michelle
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Beautif
Fabulous piece - rhymed supreme!
Robert
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
Reg.
When I was a kid, I had a pet snake named Tiny, but I kept him in my pocket because I knew my mother would do the same thing.