“I’m not afraid of anything.”
The snake overheard the boastful man, standing outside his enclosure in too tight trousers and a very silly shirt showing too much of his chest.
He saw these people every day, strutting like those arrogant peacocks with their ostentatious plumage. He heard them baying for attention with their gratingly loud voices.
He knew they had fears. He knew they were afraid of responsibility, of growing old, of being found out.
He knew they needed to face and then accept that which terrified them.
He drew back and launched himself at the glass.
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