I was still on display at that time, and I’d slithered from one end of the tank to another—they kept the top low enough so I couldn’t stand or even sit. A young girl caught my attention. She stared wide-eyed in front of me, her palm pressed against the glass. I brought my hand up, but before I could touch the glass, someone shrieked.
“Elizabeth, get away from there.” A woman yanked hard on the girl’s arm.
“But Mama, he looks so sad—”
“Sorry, miss. You really can’t be standing so close. Not that it’s dangerous, I assure you. The snake boy just tends to get a bit high strung—”
“He doesn’t look very high strung now.”
“Heh, heh, heh. That’s because he hasn’t been riled up.”
“But Mama—”
“Now, I must ask you to leave, since it’s almost closing time. I do thank you most sincerely for paying us a visit. Do you have one of our brochures? It will give you an idea of the vast array of what Malossini’s has to offer. Perhaps you’ll come back to visit us.”