My Red Snake

My Red Snake desperately craved for a bag of flour that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It might be a surprising undertaking, to many, but not to the Snake, who assumed that it was in fact, epic. Who would have thought, a bag of flour was the item that was selected.

My Red Snake desperately needed a sponge that they would often sleep with. This is certainly an odd thing to do, to many, but not to the Snake, who expected that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a sponge would be the thing that was selected.

My Red Snake searched for a stapler that they sometimes sit and look at. This is certainly an odd thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Snake, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a stapler was the thing that was chosen.

My Red Snake needed a ball that they would sometimes drop. This might appear to be a curious thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Snake, who assumed that this idea was sublime. Remarkably, a ball of all things.

My Red Snake owned a pint of cider that they would often put in the bath with him. This seems a fairly strange approach to life, to you, but not to the Snake, who expected that this idea was awesome. Strangely, a pint of cider being the chosen item.

My Red Snake craved for a radiator that they would smash. It was considered to be a new operation, to my children, but not to the Snake, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator of all things.