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What
would
I
want
to
do
to
a
nice
little
boy
like
you
…
except
bite
…
and
bite
…
and
bite
?
Danny
took
another
step
,
and
another
.
His
breath
was
dry
and
harsh
in
his
throat
.
Panic
was
close
now
.
He
began
to
wish
the
hose
would
move
,
then
at
last
be
would
know
,
he
would
be
sure
.
He
took
another
step
and
now
he
was
within
striking
distance
.
But
it
’
s
not
going
to
strike
at
you
,
he
thought
hysterically
.
How
can
it
strike
at
you
,
bite
at
you
,
when
it
’
s
just
a
hose
?
Maybe
it
’
s
full
of
wasps
.
His
internal
temperature
plummeted
to
ten
below
zero
.
He
stared
at
the
black
bore
in
the
center
of
the
nozzle
,
nearly
hypnotized
.
Maybe
it
was
full
of
wasps
,
secret
wasps
,
their
brown
bodies
bloated
with
poison
,
so
full
of
autumn
poison
that
it
dripped
from
their
stingers
in
clear
drops
of
fluid
.
Suddenly
he
knew
that
he
was
nearly
frozen
with
terror
;
if
he
did
not
make
his
feet
go
now
,
they
would
become
locked
to
the
carpet
and
he
would
stay
here
,
staring
at
the
black
hole
in
the
center
of
the
brass
nozzle
like
a
bird
staring
at
a
snake
,
he
would
stay
here
until
his
daddy
found
him
and
then
what
would
happen
?
With
a
high
moan
,
he
made
himself
run
.
As
he
reached
the
hose
,
some
trick
of
the
light
made
the
nozzle
seem
to
move
,
to
revolve
as
if
to
strike
,
and
he
leaped
high
in
the
air
above
it
;
in
his
panicky
state
it
seemed
that
his
legs
pushed
him
nearly
all
the
way
to
the
ceiling
,
that
he
could
feel
the
stiff
back
hairs
that
formed
his
cowlick
brushing
the
hallway
’
s
plaster
ceiling
,
although
later
he
knew
that
couldn
’
t
have
been
so
.
He
came
down
on
the
other
side
of
the
hose
and
ran
,
and
suddenly
he
heard
it
behind
him
,
coming
for
him
,
the
soft
dry
whicker
of
that
brass
snake
’
s
head
as
it
slithered
rapidly
along
the
carpet
after
him
like
a
rattlesnake
moving
swiftly
through
a
dry
field
of
grass
.
It
was
coming
for
him
,
and
suddenly
the
stairs
seemed
very
far
away
;
they
seemed
to
retreat
a
running
step
into
the
distance
for
each
running
step
he
took
toward
them
.
Daddy
!
he
tried
to
scream
,
but
his
closed
throat
would
not
allow
a
word
to
pass
.
He
was
on
his
own
.
Behind
him
the
sound
grew
louder
,
the
dry
sliding
sound
of
the
snake
,
slipping
swiftly
over
the
carpet
’
s
dry
hackles
.
At
his
heels
now
,
perhaps
rising
up
with
the
clear
poison
dribbling
from
its
brass
snout
.
Danny
reached
the
stairs
and
had
to
pinwheel
his
arms
crazily
for
balance
.
For
one
moment
it
seemed
sure
that
he
would
cartwheel
over
and
go
head
-
for
-
heels
to
the
bottom
.
