The snake felt warm and creepy against my arm. I shook my arm hard. The snake clung to me! I gritted my teeth and shook my arm again. And again. I brushed at my sleeve with my free hand. It wasn’t working! I shook my arm once more, as hard as I could. The snake uncoiled and slithered out of the sleeve. It dropped to the floor. It hissed and curved around the toy chest. I watched it with a shiver. Then I felt it again—that slippery, wriggling feeling. Something hissed near my ear and squirmed across my shoulder. “Ohhh!” I moaned. Another snake! I slapped at it. “Get off me!” As I tried to brush the snake away, another one slithered down my sleeve. Something slimy wriggled across my stomach and down my back. A snake popped out of an inner pocket and plopped to the floor. It started to coil around my leg. The jacket is crammed with snakes! I realized with horror. I thrashed my arms, frantically trying to tear off the jacket. A snake slid down the front of my shirt. I thrashed harder, shaking my arms and legs.
