Jagger

The long anaconda snake slithered through the water again, but this time, a lot more noticable. While his nostrils and eyes were still peering around above the surface, the very top of his round body bobbed in and out lightly as he swam along. This was so boring, actually. Nothing exciting had been happening lately, there weren't always many proper animals coming by for food, and he had no one to really talk to. Who would want to talk to someone like him? Little did he know, there was a lot more going on around the valley than he thought, and his first and only friend around here had been captured by the filthy creatures called "humans." But what did he have to worry? A lot, probably, but that wasn't on his mind. He just figured that everyone was going about their own business. He just happened to be, yet there was nothing else to do. Now, if someone came along, he'de either eat them or chat. The last meal of the young moose calf was still lingering, so he was pretty much alright with hunger for the most part.

Soon, the long greenish and yellowish snake slowed along the shore, looking around. He then brought the front end of his body out and rested on the murky ground, noticing that the area was getting chilly. Must be the thing called winter that his friend had told him about, but she said something about stuff from the sky, didn't she? A bit confused, he eagerly began to doze off, but was more bored than bored should be. If only the water reached other more interesting lands...