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Short story

There once was a snake. He was a beautiful, fluffy, sweet snake, with large, twinkling, brown eyes. And above his twinkling brown eyes he had two large, furry brown ears, with soft, rounded edges.
And when the snake looked down at his feet, they were broad and brown too, with shiny, strong and useful claws.


“Oh, where is my lovely, shiny, silvery body?” the snake asked himself. “Well, at least I should still have my wonderful, long silver tail which goes on and on forever, with which I nestle myself down into the warm sand?” And he looked over his shoulder at his long shimmering, scaly tail – and there it was: short and stumpy, brown and fluffy.

“Well then, I should still have that sleek, forked tongue of mine, which can slither in and out of my mouth with a melodic hiss…. And he stuck it out. It was dark pink, thick and glossy. The snake could detect a faint taste of sweet honey on it.

The snake waded out into the rushing river on his strong hind legs.
He had seen a sloth of woolly bears fishing for fat trout in the oxbow. He sniffed the air and pondered to himself. As he stood there pondering he noticed his soft, brown front paws, which were just as powerful and useful as his hind feet. He then shook his great heavy rugged head free of his majestic shoulders, and uttered a deep, bellowing yawn. “Well, I suppose I’ll just be a bear, then,” he said. And he began to fish.