Snake in a Can

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As soon as mother pulled into  mamaws drive-way, my aunt Monique rushed to the back door and pulled Kiara and I out immediately. She was anxious to show us soething cool and we were anxious to see it! Not to be over dramatic, but little did we know, it would be one of the most deadliest scares of our lives.
When we finally arrived in front of a kitchen trashcan with a dumpster top resting on it, she pulled it off with a grin that signaled nothing but trouble. We looked into the trashcan to see a Green Grass Snake slithering toward the top of the can. At first we weren't scared, but fear struck me when it begin to continuously jump at us. I sped up the patio stairs of the pool, leaped over the stairs of the driveway and flashed through every other obstacle in my way until I at last reached the top of the house where I could go in to catch my breath.
    I looked down the flight of stairs to watch my idiot sister who just stood there as if the snake could bring her no harm. You never know what these wild animals can do! What if today is the day the crave human meat. I kept wacthing, scared of the next minute's actions. And with a loud POW! The snake bushed out of the trash can at my sister, (slow enough for her to step to the side) and slithered back to the woods.
     "That's what you get weirdo," I hollered.

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