Perhaps Omar, with his clever commands and witty turns of phrase, would know just the right name for my python.
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Perhaps Omar, with his clever commands and witty turns of phrase, would know just the right name for my python.
Quailing quoter quacks, "Quite a quandary quoting quiet questions. Python's name? QUIP"
'Rather unusual name for a python, no doubt', I thought.
Slithered the Python did, closer and closer to my neck.
Too many people who keep pythons as pets have no idea how to wear them. I hope I am not one of those.
"Unlikely! You are one of the best Python petters I have ever known - and you wear them well. A little old fashioned, but that's alright." Said Uncle Uriah, undulating his unctuous utterance. No one had noticed him until now.
Very slowly I turned towards my uncle, whom I hadn't seen in two years, wondering what he was doing standing next to my bed and how he knew what I was thinking.
"Wonderful news! Haven't you heard?" he boomed. "Passed my psychic exam today. Now back to your fascination with snakes..."
"Xander," I said, "If you are considerably psychic then what is my Python's name?"
'You know my name is not Xander,' said Uncle Uriah. ;)
"Zoo's are fun you know, Uncle Uriah. Xander is what I call you behind your back," I settled down to sleep that fine night.
And I could have slept through the night if it weren't for that...
....big blistering boo-boo bouncing bravely below Bob's brow.
Curiousity got the better of me as I had to know who Bob was.
Dimly remembering that I met Bob at the bar a few hours ago I talked myself into dozing off.