Nope, you're wrong as usual. It wasn't a black snake. It was a brown one, a rat snake as I recall. Sort of prophetic wasn't it? Now we spend a lot of our time putting the Rat party through the wringer. And it does seem to make them longer.....winded. They are like a broken record: blah blah blah. Remember the time you got your hand caught in the wringer? You were into it up to your elbow before I tripped the spring and released you. See? I was always getting you out of a jam, so to speak.
Mama always said 'bout you:
"Clever is as clever does..:))"
However, I do recall when you cut the rope holding up the rubber tire
we used to swing out over the creek, just as I was at the zenith --