The great serpent wound its way up the massive tree. The
beast’s large nostrils flared, seeking any warm pretty that might be about.
Reflexively, I crouched lower behind the foliage I was peeking over. The snake
stopped suddenly, as though it could detect my presence by some sixth sense. Its
head moved back and forth, up and down, tongue lashing about. Eventually it
resumed its ascent; its head disappeared among the leaves, followed slowly by
the round body covered in bright green scales. Once its tapered tail had
vanished I realized I had been holding my breath and exhaled loudly.
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