Silly Snake slithered through the forest one warm summer day. He was enjoying himself. The cool earth on his underside felt good. It was quite refreshing.
“A snake!” screamed a chipmunk as Silly Snake slithered past a huge oak tree. “Why are you in this forest? Why do you not have feet to walk on? Why are you walking on your stomach?”
“Snakes don’t have feet,” said Silly Snake. “We also don’t have arms. The only way we can get around is by slithering on our stomachs.”
“That doesn’t seem very practical,” said the chipmunk.
“Practical or not,” said Silly Snake. “It is the only way I have of getting around.”
“Yes,” said the chipmunk. “I suppose that is true. I suppose you have to do what you have to do.”
“Exactly,” said Silly Snake. “I don’t have much of a choice.”
The chipmunk tried to get down on his stomach and slither around. No matter how hard he tried, he failed miserably.
“I guess chipmunks just aren’t meant to slither,” said the chipmunk.
“That is true,” said Silly Snake. “Just like snakes can’t walk.”
“True,” said the chipmunk. “Very true!”
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