If only she had a flashlight! She tiptoed away from the fire and stamped her feet on the back side of a tree that she barely missed running into. It would be just her luck to squat down and get a snakebite on her butt. She could just see David cutting the fang marks with his pocket knife and sucking the poison out.
Oh, yuck, yuck. She’d rather die. But wait. Didn’t boas squeeze you to death?
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