My Anxious Snake

My Anxious Snake always carried a stretchman that they would break. It would have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Snake, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. A stretchman of all things.

My Anxious Snake found a block of cheese that they would occasionally sit and look at. It might have been a bizarre exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Snake, who expected that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a block of cheese of all things.

My Anxious Snake craved for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally hug. This is certainly a fairly strange thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Snake, who thinks that this idea is simply life. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine is the item to choose.

My Anxious Snake found a bottle of coke that they would occasionally share. It might have been an exciting idea, to some, but not to the Snake, who thought it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke was the item that was opted for.

My Anxious Snake owned a Harry Potter wand that they would often demolish. This seems a funny approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Snake, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a Harry Potter wand was the item that was chosen.

My Anxious Snake searched for a ball to play with. It might have been a curious operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Snake, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a ball was the chosen thing.