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Them’s the Snakes
I was at Kelly’s house for dinner, and I noticed she had a new pet snake.
“Everyone seems to be getting snakes lately!” I said. “Can I play with it?”
“No,” said Kelly.
“Well, fine,” I said. I turned away from the cute little snake and its little glass case. “What are we having for dinner?”
“Mice,” said Kelly.
“What? For real?”
Kelly looked confused. “Oh, I thought you meant, what will the snake eat? The snake will eat mice. We humans don’t have to eat mice. Because of our large stomachs, and our molars, which are useful for chewing, we can eat much larger animals.”
“That’s true,” I said, even though the way Kelly explained it sounded really weird. “So, what are we going to eat?”
“A chicken,” Kelly said. “I purchased the chicken from a store, and it is now in my refrigerator. It’s important to cook the chicken first, though. Illness can result from consuming uncooked meat.”
“I’ve heard that too!” I said.
Kelly went into the kitchen to cook the chicken, leaving me alone in her living room. I looked back at her pet snake. It looked so cute!
I told myself, I know how to handle snakes. Kelly is just being overprotective. I’ll take it out of its cage for a second, just so it doesn’t get bored.
So I opened up the cage. The snake was so happy to be let out! It coiled itself around my wrist and said:
“Ryan! It’s me, Kelly! The snake stole my body! You gotta help me!”
It sounded crazy, but it kind of made sense. The stuff Kelly had just said sounded a lot like the kinds of things a snake would say.
“What should I do? How can I switch your bodies back?” I asked.
“I don’t know! I don’t know how it happened at all. But you’ve gotta get us both out of here before she gets back!”
It was too late for that, though, because right then Kelly—the snake that was using Kelly’s body—came back into the living room. She had a headless chicken corpse in one hand and a meat cleaver in the other.
“Neither of you are going anywhere,” she hissed.
I tried to escape, but she backed me into a corner. She raised the meat cleaver over her head.
“I told you not to play with my snake,” she said.