Snake's reply
Yes, that was sensible.
Letting me drink first from my water-trough!
Imagine! Coming to fetch water in his pyjamas
And pretending to be humble. So, so humble!
Hypocrite! He wouldn’t even look me in the eye!
I must confess how I disliked him.
I saw him eying that log. And I thought,
Without that belt around your waist, mister,
you’d have difficulty thrashing a worm to death.
I think it did not hit me.
But I scarpered pretty quick.
And he seemed to me again like a sissy,
Like a sick old sissy without any balls,
Wishing he had some,
So he could save his little lady’s honour.
Honour? On her, more like.
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