The snake slithered silently through the soft sward. Its
tongue flicked out as it glided along, tracking a mouse. The blades of grass
rippled as the snake passed between them, indistinguishable from the ripples
created by the soft breeze. As it neared the mouse, the snake could smell the
seeds it was gathering. Without a thought it slowed and crept forward, as much
as a snake can creep, in silence. It froze when it smelled the mouse within
striking distance, collapsing itself slightly in preparation to spring. The
mouse was oblivious, continuing to gnaw at the seed in its mouth.
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