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TRAMPLE ON A SERPENT. Racing through, hot in the pursuit; but who is chasing who? I’m looking back through the dust and my vision is all blurry from the commotion. Wait, what? I’m being chased by a snake!? Something ain’t right here. I turn around and let it really see me. Now it’s realizing what exactly it was chasing, and racing. One look and it turned straight back around. Now I’m on its tail like it’s wishing I was a snail. No luck with those wishes then as I trample on a serpent.

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