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Round and round and round. Have to take it off, have to take the skin off. Can't fit anymore. Have to get the skin off. I scrape my chin on the wood chips, trying to loose the shed. No good, the chips are too soft.
Round and round again, to the water bowl. I scrape my chin on the lip of the water bowl. The bowl tips, splashing water on my itchy side. No good, I can't get an edge. I dip my head to the water, my cheeks bulge with each sip. The shed stretches but refuses to crack. 603Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VXFdCoMVU
Round and round. I stop, the itch on the top of my head begins to burn. How to get it off, how to stop the burn? Up, I tilt my head, up and up to the mesh ceiling. The ceiling is too high to rub my skin off on it. I let myself slide back down, and rasp my chin on the wood chips again. Ah—maybe... no.
Can't fit anymore. Can't fit anymore. Can't fit, won't fit. Have to get it off.
I rise up again, just a little this time, and twist. Belly-up on the wood chips I scrape the top of my head back and forth and back on the corner of a chip. An edge catches and peels. At last. At last! I rub harder, loosing the shed from my body and slipping forward out of it. The skin peels back, giving way to soothing air. I twist onto my belly and slither on.
Round and round and round. I slide along the wood chips and beside the water bowl, scouring off my shed.
[A/N: my snake came out to visit while I was writing this. ]
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