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March 23, 2014

SCHOLL: Death of a salesman

The dogs alerted; I saw it, too. It was back again, snaking around the bottom of my driveway. Like a chameleon it changes color; last time it was pink, this time yellow. Many times I shouted, forbidding it in my yard, but here it is again. The dogs sniffed it, jumped back and barked. I called the dogs away and, well, I said it snaked, but I guess I never saw it move. No. It never moved; it just looked slithery and fat like a very short rattler waiting to shake his tail. It was daring me to come closer. I felt its icy stare challenging me -- eyeball to eyeball. I would stare back ... but I found no eyes.

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