An Old Man's Stories

The Water Moccasin

Here tell that story. Pictures too.

That evening, I started vomiting copiously. Diarrhea followed.

I had been poisoned. Not by the snake, though, but by small fish. Or, rather, by the microbes surrounding small fish.

Sword in the Stone dragon and microbe Merlin.

Democracy dies not from the snake but from the virus.

Commands:

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