In an example to prove that her braids were indeed tied too tight, Rosella slowly tiptoed up to the cobra thinking
he was a “cute little guy” that could use a good petting. She crouched down up close to it. The snake begged to
differ, and after one good patting, it lurched back and quickly made a strike on Rosella’s exposed hand. She
screamed, falling back onto her bottom in sudden pain. It felt like she had poked by a hot needle, and in a matter
of moments she felt groggy, and overly warm. Her arms couldn’t support her weight anymore, and she slumped
onto her back eyes trying to keep focus on the blurry sky.
The snake was the hero of the swamp, having felled a delicious meal for the critters of the swamp. It hissed
loudly as they climbed out of the muck, down from the trees, or buzzed in on wings to inspect the offering.
Rosella moaned helplessly as the creatures began nibbling holes in her dress and stockings, even her hair. It
gave her time to reflect her stupid an idea it was to pet a cobra, killing herself in the process.
A short while later, the snake coiled up under its tree for a nap right next to its new neighbor, a pile of bones
that looked an awful lot like princess Rosella. Great way to lose weight, princess!
-The End