The laugh trickled inside me.

The laugh trickled inside me. A smirk crossed my face. Serves him right for acting the fool.

Now is the time his dues are paid.

As I gingerly slithered through the hall, He glanced at me from the right.

The smirk set on my wicked grin...made him grimmace in obvious fright.

 

He played me once, and dare he play me again. Yeah right! said I. I'm through with lying friends.

My eyes spunctured his deep, blue sea. And he gulped unsure of his might.

You can't catch me again you little mouse. The snake is now in flight.

 

A whisper slowly echoed the hall. And he jolted up straight.

"You bit me, you little rat...Now its your turn to pay..."

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