There’s a snake over by the rocks It shimmers in the morning sun and slowly slithers along Hugo is the first one to see it Worm he says pointing Snake I shout Freya says there’s a snake in the rocks Julia yells Mom and Dad come running We can’t have a snake here not with a one-year-old toddling around Mom says firmly picking Hugo up The snake glides in between the stones We can call it Snakey I say
Dad is going to capture Snakey He has a book that shows you how to catch a snake by carefully pushing it into a bucket with a rake and something called a snake hook You need to carry the snake far away so it can never find its way back And then it can continue its life somewhere else Dad explains
Julia Hugo and I sit on the porch to watch Dad carves a snake hook He’s going to use it to catch the snake without hurting it He puts on rubber boots and thick gloves
