It coils majestically,
Its scaled red and white coat glistens in the sunlight,
it whispers a warning in its hiss.


The worm slithers,
its slimy skin seemingly fluid,
it dashes around firmly holding onto its feet,




the chase begins.


trickery emerges as the first defense,
the red demon contracts,
its size misjudged.


The chase reverses,
trickery works.


the slime approaches,
it is greeted by a full grown hood.
fangs desperately seeking to pierce.


All is foiled.
A great tablet descends.
it squishes life out of the worm,
the worm is dead.
The game is over.


The snake won,
The snake lost.