The snake comes towards the overpass, and I jump onto its back. We rise, higher and higher, until we reach where the rain comes from. It is warm, the people are friendly, and the snake is a good friend of the rainmakers. They give us a house to stay in and cloud food to eat. I am content and the natives say they cannot return me to the surface below. The snake lives in the attic and we play bridge together sometimes. We never do leave again.
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