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marmalade, with pricked little ears that kind of flopped over at the top. His tail was curled up really tightly, like a corkscrew or something. He stood there and waggled his little tail, and I swear, he smiled at us!
    “Look, he’s smiling!” cooed Lyndz, totally besotted.
    “Pigs don’t smile,” pointed out Rosie.
    “Yeah, and they don’t fly either,” added Kenny.
    Fliss looked around. “Where do you think he’s come from?”
    I shrugged. “One of the petting pens, probably.”
    “No,” Rosie frowned. “I’m sure it’s just household animals in the petting pens, not pigs and stuff.”
    Lyndz was crouching down now, and holding out her hand to the little piglet. It wrinkled its nose at her and wagged its head a bit, like it was nodding.
    “Funny colour for a pig,” observed Kenny.
    As if the piglet had suddenly decided to trust Lyndz, it trotted up and rested its snout in her palm.
    Lyndz practically died with delight. “Look, he likes me!”
    “He’s probably after food,” Rosie said. “Do you think he’s hungry?”
    “Nah,” scoffed Kenny. “Look at how fat he is! Hissing Horace would probably like him for dinner.”
    Lyndz put an arm round the piglet and glared at Kenny. “Stop making such horrible remarks, Kenny. Pigs are dead intelligent – he can probably understand you!”
    “What do you think he’s called?” asked Fliss.
    “Apple sauce,” said Rosie wickedly.
    “What about Sausage?” suggested Kenny.
    Even Lyndz had to admit that was a pretty perfect name. So we christened him Sausage – a little orange Sausage with tiny trotters and a tail that just kept waggling like a disco-dancing worm.
    “But where has he come from?” Fliss asked again, looking round her.
    “I bet you he is Hissing Horace’s dinner,” said Kenny suddenly. “They’ve been fattening him up specially. He’s obviously escaped! But they’ll catch him, and then – SSLLLURRPP!”

I swear, I thought we’d never calm Lyndz down. She burst into tears, and practically refused to come to the Snake House for the handling. Sausage wriggled so much that she had to let go of him – I didn’t see where he went. I really could have punched Kenny for saying such a thing, when she knew that Lyndz was ultra-sensitive about it. I know Kenny’s my best mate and all, but sometimes she can be really thoughtless.
    “Look,” I said, trying to smooth things over, “I’m sure that’s not true, Lyndz. Come on, cheer up! We can ask the snake handler at the demonstration, if you like. And I bet you he’ll laugh and tell you it’s not true.”
    “Yes, come on, Lyndz,” said Rosie kindly. “Why don’t we do that?”
    “And if it’s true, we can register a complaint with the office or something,” Fliss pointed out, which practically set Lyndz off again.
    Even Kenny realised she’d gone a bit too far. “I was only teasing, Lyndz,” she said with a shrug. “Don’t get in such a razz!”
    Dad was very sympathetic when we finally coaxed a weepy Lyndz to the Snake House, and he patted her on the shoulder a lot. The show hadn’t started yet, so we hadn’t missed anything. But about a minute after we got there, Hissing Horace made his appearance – and we forgot all about Lyndz. Which was kind of a mistake, as it turned out.
    “Urrrgghhh!” squeaked Fliss, clutching my arm so tight, I swear she left her fingerprints on my bones .
    “Wow,” Rosie and I whispered.
    Kenny was literally speechless. And that takes some doing!
    You wouldn’t BELIEVE how huge Hissing Horace was. His body was like a really thick branch, and he must have been nearly three metres long – that’s practically twice as tall as any of us!
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” said Jack, grinning broadly. “This is Horace. He’s a Burmese python, and he’s full-grown, though some Burmese pythons have been known to grow to as much as eight metres long.”
    SERIOUS gulp. That was enormous! I could well believe that something that size would eat