Unimpressed by Pythons

What would you prefer, he said.

Well, I’d been thinking about the jackrabbit, she said.

The one with the glistening maw?

The very one.

The one who will simultaneously love and devour you?

The very one. As a child I had dreams of pythons, unhinged jaws, the warmth of lying inside something lying on a rock in the sun. But as an adult I’ve met pythons. On the whole, I’ve been unimpressed.

They don’t particularly seem to care about what they eat. There’s no love there.

That’s it exactly.

Watch your fingers.

Watch yours.

If you have any problems with your jackrabbit here is a number to call. When you call this number someone will tell you about a dream they had once of something smaller than themself, something that needed their protection. They will describe this dream to you in detail. It will rend your heart.

Is it raining outside.

Just stopped.

That is a beautiful rainbow.