KING COBRA

I almost died multiple times by cobra attack. Julie plays an integral part of this story because it is her image that flashed before my eyes as I foresaw my death. Her mother and I had thrown ourselves into the snake pit to protect sister\’s Darcie and Julie from possible exposure to these deadly venomous vipers. In the image it may seem like we are smiling. DON\’T BE FOOLED! That is just our front: a stratagem to fracture the slippery snake\’s intensity.


Okay, so I met a hungry King Cobra. He was extremely agitated, compared to all the other extremely poisonous snakes gathered round. You will notice that I used the word \”extreme\” twice in the last sentence. That is because this was an extreme kind of experience; in other words, there were a lot of extremes to extreme about. Like him:


King C had FIVE (the most) Death Stars*****, as measured by Cape Fear Serpentarium\’s scale of Poison-osity represented by skull and crossbones (this was a summit on super venom and the largest collection of poisonous snakes in the world). This upped the Intensi-tron Rating to twenty five (that\’s a lot; it only goes to ten). King Cobra tensely eyed us up as soon as we approached. He was quite attentive.


When I sat down before him, he STRUCK me! Well, actually, his strike was abridged by the glass between us. But if it weren\’t for that, he\’d have kissed me right on the face – two times! What a rush, like WHOA! On our way out, I notified the owner that she had a hungry King Cobra on her hands and she quite agreed. Since he had shed only yesterday, King C had worked hard to cast off his dead skin for a fresh coat and now he wanted a warm meal. Apparently, I was looking good! Thanks bud!

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