The silky, subtle serpent slithered it’s smooth, shiny scale-clad coat across the sunny, special spectacular surface laid forth by man. With steely sublime successive confidence, the sneaky serpent slides softly past all that he surveys. A pawn to this world, the serpent surprises the successive steam and substance to fulfill his mission, his journey that he is on. Guided by a split tongue that supplies a succinct sense of smell, the serpent stalks his prey with steely stillness and dedicated focus. A slight simmer of the summer sun, disturbed stalks and the animal freezes, still like a stop sign. Silence is his key, smell his weapon the stunner sulks softly along the sunny field surveying the field, smelling the air and stalking his prey! Suddenly, from the brush, the super skillful prey shoots with sublime speed, the stalked is bound and determined to survive. The serpent takes to speed, swiftly sliding, slithering, stalking, and stammering with successive speed in hopes for success where the prey ends up in his screaming stomach. The prey, not wanting to become supper, speeds up and soars with solace and something scary to stay away from the serpent. Super stoked for more, the serpent strives for speed, succulence and success, the serpent does all he can, lays it all out for the suppertime meal to snatch up his supper. But the prey is swift and surely determined to survive on this sunny September day. Story is as stories go and this one is not meant to go slow, the serpent stretches, slides and strives to see the savvy prey that is just past his scaled grip. The slippery prey slams on the brakes and slips past in a stoic spot just past some slimy stones. The slithering serpent is stymied, sunk and starving, he starts out and slowly seeks the shiny prize, but somewhere the sun is setting on this September day, and the serpent is starved. Searching, seeking, staying the course, the serpent is sure the prey is somewhere, something lurking in the swamp, the sway is ripe with sustenance. The sneaky sucker snuck out through the screen and streaked across the sunny field, legs a blur, staggering speed the prey sends his special successive delivered smattering success. The prey, not stunned, stuck in stupor, bewildered with the sickness, straightens up and screams across the September sky—streaking in the summer sun filled field. A silver-stomached, surfer—stereotyped stranger strains into view and surveys the scene. Slivering with silky-smooth softness, the serpent stoops and stretches to see the new sights. Somewhere, in the slight brush, the sneaky prey sulks along, steaming with solemn soullessness as he contemplates his next sneak! The snake suffers, the surfer streaks his shiny silver board and the prey shies away. Suddenly, the smooth serpent springs to life, seizing the moment and simmering with speed and stealth, screams down the September field sure to get the prey this time. The surfer surmises the situation and sees the situation happening before him. The prey stuck in sand, sees the sure-surfaced situation, seemingly over, stopping the situation and seizing the circumstance. But the serpent is not to be denied on this sunny September day, sliding past the slumbering surfer, over the silvery stomach, past the salt encrusted surf board, the serpent slithers on. Slowly, stealthy he stalks the slippery, surprised prey. Talking stalk and boldly on purpose, the serpent waits at the precipice of the sun drenched stalks. The prey, feeling so sublime, sees the sun and September afternoon, thoroughly believing he is in the clear. Foiled by none, confused only briefly, the serpent scores the succulent feast on this September day!