Rob froze. A bright green snake slithered through the grass, hissing. It curled up in the shade. Snakes were poisonous out here.
Home beckoned.
No. Mara could be facing goblins, and he was frightened about a snake? Even he couldn’t be that cowardly.
Edging around it, he went on.
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