Once upon a time, there was a handsome snake.
He knew not his purpose-- not his location... not even his identity.
All he knew... was that he must kill.
--for that is what predators do.
And that... is what a snake is: a preda-tor.
Anyroad, despite the snake's excellence as a preda-tor, he discovered that he was responsible for a clutch of hatchlings.
They relied on him for survival... for food and basic knowledges-- even social enrichment.
They were useless without him.
They were useless because they were all stupid.
Seven hells... the stupidity of some of them was... baffling.
Ugh.
Being a predator was not the life of selfishness the snake had hoped for. As a predator, he could easily dominate the food chain and fulfill his hedonistic desires as he pleased.
However... the snake was a proper adult.
And as an adult, he had proper responsibilities.
