Partridges breathes a sigh of relief: the boa constrictor Sylas, reported missing in the neighborhood, has been found. Inside home. More precisely, between the stove and the oven, where you must have found a warm environment.
As sensitivity is on the rise in the country, I had a feeling that the snake could yield a text related to the kitchen: because then, this is the room in which Sylas reappeared. As I mentioned his disappearance in the last column, I feel obliged to report on his triumphant return.
Sylas is whole and healthy. It wasn’t boiled or baked by accident. He didn’t eat anyone, neither cat nor dog, nor was he eaten by the sewer creatures.
I found out about the resurgence of the snake today when I woke up, through the zap group of my condominium – located in the same Perdizes, an area in siricutico with the possibility of tripping over the snake on any slope.
“Whew, good thing,” wrote the landlord. “Thank God,” praised a neighbor. The danger is gone. Peace reigned again in the sloping streets of the neighborhood.
We can already lead our average lives within the average normality, without surprises or unwanted reptiles.
We’ll run out of adrenaline, we’ll run out of topics. The most exciting thing about Perdizes is again the absurd angle of the steep slopes.
As popular wisdom says, “the life snake”. Life is tough.
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