Holy sh#t! A snake!

On went the mouse through the deep dark wood.
a snake saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.

“Where are you going to, little brown mouse?
Come for a feast, in my log-pile house.”
“It’s wonderfully good of you, Snake, but no
- I’m going to have a feast with the gruffalo.”
“A gruffalo? What’s a gruffalo?”

“A gruffalo! Why, didn’t you know?”
“His eyes are orange, his toungue is black,
He has purple prickles all over his back.”

“Where are you meeting him?”
“Here, by this lake... and his favorite food is scrambled snake.”

“Scrambled snake! It’s time I hid!”
“Good-bye, little mouse,”and away snake slid.
“Silly old Snake! Doesn’t he know? There’s no such thing as a gruffalo!”