Snake Transport System
You are a tractor driver. You are asked by the boss to take the tractor to a job at the client.
Happily singing to yourself as you toddle down the road, the wind in your hair, gentle "douf douf" of the diesel engine accompanying your west african tune and the radiator warming up the further your drive.
Sleeping quietly below the radiator is William the Snake. William is an old snake, just short of 2 meters in length and has survived all that Ghana has thrown at him.
Shaken from his slumbers by the above mentioned "douf douf" and finding himself a rapidly warming snake as the radiator gets up to temperature, William the Snake finds himself getting rather pissed off at the disturbance.
Focusing one beady eye on the cause of his problems and fully aware that biting the tractor serves little purpose, William the Snake decides a display of anger should be directed at Dasie the Driver.
William quite happily sinks his fangs into Dasie the drivers arm and not satisfied he quite happily applies a second dose of his neurotoxic venom to Dasie the Drivers Leg.
Dasie the Driver howls in pain and calls his mates who were serving as an escourt to the tractor.
Happily singing to yourself as you toddle down the road, the wind in your hair, gentle "douf douf" of the diesel engine accompanying your west african tune and the radiator warming up the further your drive.
Sleeping quietly below the radiator is William the Snake. William is an old snake, just short of 2 meters in length and has survived all that Ghana has thrown at him.
Shaken from his slumbers by the above mentioned "douf douf" and finding himself a rapidly warming snake as the radiator gets up to temperature, William the Snake finds himself getting rather pissed off at the disturbance.
Focusing one beady eye on the cause of his problems and fully aware that biting the tractor serves little purpose, William the Snake decides a display of anger should be directed at Dasie the Driver.
William quite happily sinks his fangs into Dasie the drivers arm and not satisfied he quite happily applies a second dose of his neurotoxic venom to Dasie the Drivers Leg.
Dasie the Driver howls in pain and calls his mates who were serving as an escourt to the tractor.
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