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the branch of a tree. His eyes met with the rustic rays of the ap

of the world, where he had came, there wasn't much of the ray there.

f its pleasantries. But on the tree, twas quite different. His h

se. He felt a pang reaching for the tip of his consciousness. He ne

und his neck of course. He considered closely. The sky was part

e had been living in a dungeon. If that was the

after the war or rather say, battle with the foes. He hadn't ate anything. H

and yet find the best meal which would suit his hunger and soothe the remonstrati

all the meats they did know. But on earth, he would seek a substitute.

Twas uncomforting for him. His bellicosing butts shot in an annoying sway. He wa

to sleep beneath. He did fall quite the numbers of times, but his tail did aid him a stance

he apt azure. The sun was setting in the West. Twas quite remote and he m

t twas made of. He wanted to know what was there. He wanted

t as wishes. He didn't want to take chances. What chances were spoken of

ymore. He knew that and wouldn't deny the fact. But he was snapped

umane yet had the awkward claws. No sane person would call those le

. Then the snake did do what he didn't expect. He had no idea what twas

towards him. He was processing his thoughts. He needed to. The snake coiled. Like it made a circle figure of himself and stood its

laim his own abode, he would also strike. The long thin with curvy sways had something in mind standing that way, and he did ha

was about to do. His lungs were erected and his thoughts channeled. It was bent

of its waist and tail. Then he bit its head off and swallowed it. Twas quite sapid. Then h

turn out to be a bit of what he had expected. He slid down t

e long thing. He knew that that was not a best meal. He knew he would

ng quite far from him, then he heard echoes of voices from distance. He couldn't make meaning of it