"And he was a big fellow I can tell you. I did not dare tackle
him."
"Oh my!" said the leading lady, "and to think he was in my tent
and I slept through it all."
"There, I told you I did not touch your old straw colored wig!"
said the brunette.
And they all said, "Do tell us all about it, what time of the
night did he come, and which way did he go when he ran away?"
"All right," said the snake charmer, with a twinkle in his eye
the others did not see, "sit down and I will tell you all about
it,--how I was awakened by a groan, and saw standing in the
middle of my tent, a huge fellow, with a long, white beard and
white, agonized face; for you must know that my boa-constrictor
was squeezing him to death."
"Oh, how awful! Weren't you frightened?" said the leading-lady.
"No, because I knew he could not touch me while the snake was
coiled around him. At first I thought I would let the boa kill
him, but he looked so awful with his eyes sticking out of his
head, as the snake squeezed him tighter and tighter, that I felt
sorry for him; so I began to play the music I always play when I
want the snakes to come to me, and the boa stopped squeezing the
goat and came to me.
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