The Old Python’s Revenge

My grandfather was a famous snake catcher in the village. Later, he passed the trade down to my father.

Thanks to that skill, my family wasn’t rich, but we always had enough to eat and wear.

Then one day, my father and the villagers excitedly carried back a young python.

Every household got a share of snake soup, and its fresh, savory aroma drifted for miles.

When my grandfather came home from the market and saw the scene, then noticed the slime trail winding all the way back, he was immediately frightened.

“Quick, get everyone in the village together!”

“Old pythons never forget a grudge. If we don’t leave, we won’t survive!”