Yesterday, me and Grandma were on a walk when we saw a snake. It was a garter snake. It was dropped by a mockingbird, but it wasn't dead. It was alive. I don't know very well how to take care of it. Like to keep it living until after lunchtime, so I called my friend Gabi over and she helped me watch it until after lunchtime. Then, we went in, it bit Gabi, just a little nip, wasn't very bad, and then Gabi set it free down by the creek with me. It crawled over a marshy spot, over a spider web in the reeds, and then an hour later we did not see him again.
