Boris by Phil Cummings


But I guess Boris hadn’t been fed for a while when my mother, who had taken a couple of days off of work because I was home from the hospital, got antsy and went on a cleaning spree. She went into Squeak’s room and checked out the box under his bed and thought, “Aha! Drugs!”
My mother never imagined that she had a twelve-foot long snake living in her house until the moment a very pissed-off one leapt at her face. And wasn’t she surprised!