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'Wakey, Wakey, Hands Off Snakey. ...' (Part Two) (Story 6,800) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Rated "PG" by the Author.
A loner continues his reign of terror by having his giant boa constrictor snake do his dirty work for him.
I still have Snakey. He is my best friend.
I don't know what I would ever do without him. And now that he is a part of my life, people who piss me off know better than to cross me. As far as I'm concerned, they'd better go runnin' off in the opposite direction if they see me (and Snakey) approaching!
People know better than to bother with me, in other words. I prefer it that way.
I have never had many friends; what friends I do have are few and far between. I guess they just don't understand a guy like me. Sometimes I don't understand myself either.
I take exceptional care of my pet. He is in pristine condition, and rather pleasing to the eye. Solid white with light gold markings crisscrossing his long, lithe, lean, muscular body. Red orbs for eyes, eyes that remind me of the devil himself: cold, cruel, mean.
I feed him rats and rabbits, even small birds. That is his overall diet. He sleeps most of the time; at night he is more active, and also when it is bright sunshining outside. When it is nice out, I take Snakey with me and off we go.
Yet people sometimes like to take advantage of me. I don't like that at all. They'll find out too late I don't cotton to their niceties when I send my snake after 'em. Five people have already found out too late, and now one is in a nursing home, brain damaged for life after Snakey tried to squeeze the stuffin' outta him. Durn old fool tried to call me a moron and make fun of my mother right in front of her. I didn't like that, so I sent Snakey after him.
Snakey did his job very well and now the guy is a mental mess. He'll never be the same ever again.
I have since sent another guy to the hospital after he tried to rob my ass. Snakey squeezed tight and now the guy is in danger of losing his leg because Snakey tried to squeeze the circulation outta it.
I frankly don't care. Guy got what he deserved.
If I end up in jail, so what. I really don't give a care. I hate the world, and I hate the people in it, especially if they try to take advantage of me, my family, or especially Snakey. They will soon find out that I am not out to play marbles; what I say goes and if anybody doesn't like it, too damn bad!!
Awesome story Karen, but I hope I dont have nightmare tonight LOL, if I dream of snakes I know who I am going to give a talking to LOL!!!
In Christs Love
Michelle!
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I still have Snakey. He is my best friend.
