The woman had had her pet python for years. She usually took it from its vivarium and it coiled around her arms and slithered across her jumper as she sprawled on the couch, the love you get from a snake.
But recently it had started to act strangely. As she stretched out on the couch the snake stretched out next to her, dead straight.
It had done this a couple of times now.
Then she realised what the snake was doing. It was measuring her like a funeral director would for a casket.
The python looked at her. It knew it was long enough to swallow her whole if it wanted to.
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