Spike Escapes
I have a pet snake. His name is Spike. Spike lives in a big glass tank in my bedroom, and I give him mice to eat. I think snakes make great pets, but my mother doesn’t. She has one strict rule. Spike must be in his tank all the time. I follow that rule, but sometimes Spike does not. Last night, he got out of his tank. I knew I had to find him before Mom did. Spike is quite big, so I didn’t think that would be a problem. But it was—it was a big problem!
I bent down and felt around in the dark closet. I gave something a poke, but it was just a sock. Under the bed I saw one skate, two dimes, three cubes from a game, and five pens, but no snake.
I looked in the kitchen cabinets behind plates, cups, glasses, and a box of cake mix. Then I searched inside the stove, under the table, and in a spot next to the mops.
In the bathroom, I looked in the tub and under piles of towels. Under the sink, I just saw a thick black and white striped pipe. Then I thought about that. The pipe under the sink isn’t striped—it’s white. Spike has stripes—that was a snake on the pipe! I learned my lesson. When I put him back in his tank, I set a large rock on the tank’s mesh top. Spike will not escape again very soon!