the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo thinks for a moment, as if trying to decide if his skin feels itchy or numb, before he shakes his head of curls. "No, it just feels like there's a snake on it." Because there is. Why is there, though? Now that is a question, and the boy sucks in his cheeks hard enough for them to dimple. "Is it chilly?" he wonders, turning his head to look at the snake as it tries to drape itself around his shoulders, now. "Or lonely?"
That's quite a sad thought, and he approaches Remi and the snake that is moving towards his shoulders. "Here, little hands-in-snake. Don't be lonely - there's a friend up there for you." He holds out a little arm for the snake to slither away onto his father, like that would solve everything. It's an adventure in the jungle and his Da is covered in snakes. What's not to love?
That's quite a sad thought, and he approaches Remi and the snake that is moving towards his shoulders. "Here, little hands-in-snake. Don't be lonely - there's a friend up there for you." He holds out a little arm for the snake to slither away onto his father, like that would solve everything. It's an adventure in the jungle and his Da is covered in snakes. What's not to love?
