Serpentine Privilege

The window was open. Had she left it open when she went to sleep? Yes, of course she had.
And the bed was empty. But it wasn't, she saw something stirring under the covers. Not a
person, no it was far too small for that. A rat perhaps, or a wayward bird blown by the wind.
She approached with some trepidation and whisked the bed linens aside like a magician
unmasking his handiwork. A carpet snake, beautiful in its majestic elegance and bearing, sat
coiled beneath the covers. Hardly moved, much less intimidated, by this disturbance, the snake calmly lifted its head, stuck its tongue out, and resumed its lazy, comfortable, and deceptively lackadaisical posture.

"Oh, so it's you? You're the cause of all this ruckus are you?"

The serpent calmly lifted its head, a slight gleam of amusement in its eye.

"Look at me, shall we? What is it you see in me that makes you think I shan't throw you far
under the stars and watch your flight into the night?" Barb smiled at her rhyme and wit as she
addressed the snake.

The snake, though, saw through the veiled threat and raised its head in a gentle dance
reminiscent of its cousin, the cobra. Barb dropped the remnants of the vase, shattering it further, as the serpent spoke, "You ssseeeee meeee? And I brrrinng Tthhheee neews and trrue iittss tthhroough the wwiinndow I ccooomme hheerre mmyy deear, why dooo youu aact ssooo quueer?"