By the time Great WalMart TP/Dodge ball tournament was over, Tyrone was soups late for the Bar Mitzvah. When he arrived, Grandpappy Roberto was dead because he was three million years old (he refused to believe that he was an old snake, so his Instagram bio said "three million years young, yolo.") Tyrone didn't care very much, because he was a stone-hearted meanie pants who didn't care bout anyone but himself. Tyrone came for the party, and it seemed as though Grandpappy's death had put a bit of a damper on the celebration. However, if there was one thing Tyrone knew how to do, it was liven up a party. He walked through the door and started breakdancing on the gift table. Alas, no one seemed to appreciate this. They still weren't over Grandpappy's death.
Tyrone scoffed at their lack of party spirit, and left those party poopers behind. As he slithered out, Tyrone had an epiphany.
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The adventures of Tyrone the Alaskan rattlesnake
Historical FictionA young and zealous serpentine Alaskan native goes on a daring adventure to discover the meaning of life. Along the way he meets several amusing characters who help him to find that there is more to life than partying.
