I'm not sure how it all got started - but one evening E! was yelling, "Snake! Snake!" and ever so excitedly peering over a small object on the floor ... a pillow feather. He'd breath over it and watch it wiggle. He'd protect it and carry it around in an empty plastic Easter egg shell. He'd chase his sisters with it, and they'd squeal and run away. The snake was his buddy for a few days this week. I was secretly hoping it would last longer - I approve of this kind of pet!
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