How the King Cobra got its Venom
The Cobra was barreling
toward the mouse, but soon the mouse sensed him. Cobra got a bite on him but
the mouse was too fast. This had happened countless times to the Cobra before.
He had prey basically in his hands, and then they just got away from him in
seconds. He has had enough, so Cobra planned a journey to the sloth’s layer.
With long thought for many hours, the Cobra decided will get Venom injected in
an air pocket next to his brain. His parents had told to him when he was a
little snake.
Cobra embarked on a
journey to the sloth who was on the other side of the rainforest. He knew it
would be a treacherous journey, passing through the wilderness of the more
aggressive snakes. Especially the Mongoose, because it is immune to the venom
of the King Cobra. While passing through the last part of the forest, he came
across a Mongoose that instantly knew he was there.
Racing toward the
Cobra, the Mongoose tried to eat him, but the Cobra raced past him and got in
the Sloth’s leayare. “Hellllloooo, howwww arrreeee”- “I need venom, in my head.
There ith an air pocket to the right of my brain, and I need you to fill the
utheleth thpathe in my head.” The Cobra said excitedly. Then, Sloth carefully,
and slower than Molasses, set the snake down on his dining room table. After,
leaving the snake awake, with there being no anesthetic with the world so new
and all, the sloth had to cut straight to the right of the Cobra’s head with
‘scruciating pain, the sloth cut right into the side of his head. Scraping the
water off of leaves, and the sap off of the pine trees, and the poison ivy off
of a bush, the Sloth mixed it up in to a watery, toxic substance.
Afterwards, the Sloth
stitched up Cobra with a few twigs. “Ahhhhhhhhh thank you very mutth thir, Now
I thall Tetht it.” So, with those few words, the Cobra raced outside of the
sloth’s humble abode. And then with his new fang-led venom, he was able to bite
a mouse, and it would die within one minute of the bite. After the mouse died,
the snake could feast. Later adapting this to other snakes, the Cobra lived a
happy life. He was hurting after that, but his cut eventually healed.
Moral: Don't change who
you are over something tiny. It might not turn out how you want it to.
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