Pablo the goat came over all Diablo
when a slimy snake slithered under his hoof.
‘Cotton-picking son of a
slitherer!’ yelled Pablo, who up until now had never uttered a word in his
life.
‘Rattle’ rattled the snake.
‘Enough of that,’ yelled Pablo as
he brought his hoof down on the rattling snake’s rattling spine. ‘And take that
too,’ he yelled again, bringing another hoof down to silence the rattler for
good and for bad.
The desert fell silent. The moon
glowered like a shiny spoon and Pablo began to eat the snake.
‘What’s come over me,’ he thought.
‘I’m normally a peace loving chap, and I’ve always been an herbivore.’
The desert stayed quiet and offered
no reply, but a ball of dry prairie grass rolled by until Pablo ate that too.
