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Ännu en del av The adventures of Tom the mouse. Det skulle göra min dag om någon läste den!

The snake, who was called Philip, knew the jungle by heart and also where Tom was heading.

He was planning on taking the short cut that was so effective that he could walk- or slither, as slowly as he liked.

He really took his time. It didn't take long until Tom came barging as fast as his poor little hairy feet could bare, panting constantly.

Philip had been practising his ”speech” more than a few times and he knew exactly what to say. He really liked threatening his pray with classic phrases. He thought it gave him power, respect.

”Well, well, well... We meet again little mouse... Hah, do you get it meat?” Anyway, did you really think that you, a tiny little mouse could escape from the big master?”

”Did you really think that I would bother answering such a ridiculus question?” Tom replied. He was starting to realize of what a chanceless situation he was in: he couldn't climb up the tree, the snake would only follow him, even faster, he couldn't run away, the snake would catch up with him eventually, and any hole he could come through, the snake could.

”So, now that you got me, what are you going to do? Tie me to a tree so you could go and fetch some salt and pepper?” Tom rolled his eyes. He was doing a fine job acting confident.

”A sarkastic snack I see...” The snake hissed triumohantly. ”And yes, you'll surely taste good with some of that extra spice.”He narrowed his eyes.