Rosie and I were nose to nose, only hers was twitching again, and I felt my eyes start to cross as I stared at her furry little face. This, of course, was NOT what the boys, evil little twits that they were, had in mind. They wanted screams and hollering and me running out of the room. When I asked if I could hold her, it really crushed them. Snowflake' was an albino snake owned by a sixth-grade boy.
Snakes are spooky enough, but a white one is really weird.
Snowflake was easily 5 feet long. Her owner brought her to school one day, wrapped around his neck. I was subbing in a third grade, but the kids had seen the snake before school started, and they were clamoring for a visit. Remembering Rosie, I took a deep breath and asked the kid if I could hold Snowflake a minute. He was, darn it, agreeable to this and handed me all the loops, which were writhing and twisting about his arm.