[NicknamedBob]

In the stillness of the garden, there was movement, and in the quiet of the theater, there was music. The ominous tones foretold what the new sounds portended. At first a glimpse, and then a transit of patterned, scaly skin. The music rose in volume as the large snake stopped, raising its head to test the air with a flicking, restless tongue. It moved ominously toward the human figure. Rearing dangerously when it got very close, it at last began circling the unencumbered foot of the statue, and moving upward around the leg. Again and again it circled the youthful limb, as if it had petrified its victim.

[Soaring Feather]

WOW Bob, eerie. Eve in the Garden of Eden or Pan and his flute.