Oh my gosh. While I was packing stuff into boxes, I found an old box of stuff, and in it, this story that I wrote a LONG time ago. Probably one of my best works. :P Its very short, so here goes: THE SNAKE Once upon a time there was a snake. He was a very sad little snake, because he had no spots. None of the other snakes had spots either, but still, he wanted them because once he had seen a polar bear with spots. The snake, whose name was Phil, had been pondering the subject of spots for quite some time and finally realized that he was a little hungry. He saw a tree with fruit hanging from it. Phil was not particularly fond of fruit, so he decided to go galavanting after mice instead. And since mice have never been accused of being incredibly smart, Phil ate his Phil (get it?). After Phil had eaten as many mice as he could find, he was still hungry so he ate his family and then Bigfoot, leaving the bones. After he had eaten every living creature he could find, Phil went to the far ends of the earth, eating creatures and causing the extinction of everything except, well, Phil. But when he was finally through with his rampage, Phil realized he had acquired spots somewhere along the way. Why? Well never know. Snakes have always been a mystery. Please, no autographs.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 17:50:39 +0000
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