TITLE: Power Talk
Who else but Stella Sinatra would travel with a snake inside her suitcase?
Charlie, the reptile in question was literally, 'something the cat dragged in'. Frank, the Siamese had hauled the squirming serpent through the cat door and dumped it on the end of Stella's bed. He had stalked over, nudged her hand for a pat, and sprawled down next to her awaiting lavish words of praise. After the first stunned seconds, Stella had grabbed the cat, leapt out of bed and fled screaming to the telephone.
"Tom, get here fast! I've got a snake in my bed,"
Her brother had just laughed when he saw the miscreant. This prompted the offended reptile to retreat under Stella's 'Hundred Acre Wood' doona, making it hard to tell where Tigger's tail began and the snake's ended.
"It's only a Children's Python. It's harmless," said Tom.
Stella stomped to the kitchen and came back with a perforated lettuce container that she tossed at her brother. Her livid eyes were as green as the Tupperware lid.
"If the snake's so harmless, you won't mind catching it for me."
"You can't put it in that!"
"Well it's not staying where it is. I've had enough reptiles in my bed to last me a lifetime."
Tom handed her back the Tupperware. "This is barely big enough for an earthworm."
While Stella searched for a bigger container, Tom tried to coax the snake out with promises of fresh white mice and a possible slice of Frank's tail.