Grandma Virginia was about to open the sliding door and go outside, but looked down first and saw this . . .

Yoo-hoo!

Needless to say, she decided to use another door.
Grandpa Neal came out, too, and we saw it from the other side.

Yikes! People!

Neal decided to encourage our friend to go to a
more comfortable place.
Like the ground.

Ay caramba!

Snake was obliging.

Gotta go!

A phantom photographer was on the scene to
document the matter.

Oh, no! Paparazzi!

Look at those curves!

Oh, right. Objectify me, won't you.

Yep, three feet long! Maybe more!

Hasn't this Dame heard? Size does not matter!

Mr. Snake wants to go home now.

Look, it's been real nice, but I have some rodents to visit.

But he was moving very s..l..o..w..l..y.........

I'm not moving another inch until the humans leave.

Snake was cautious. So were we.

We decided to wish him well and go off to Wal-Mart.

Snake was gone when we returned.

The End

August 2004  |  Kingfisher, Oklahoma