If he was named, it would be Snake, since every animal here
was called by who they were. Well, almost every animal. Someone was clearly the
favorite, given that they had a proper name and everything. And the other,
curvier one as well.
But Snake had a plan to take over, a way to make Day Seven
the first in his time. He approached the newer one, and began to work his
magic.
He’d hoped they’d die. Or at least just get taken down a
notch. Instead, Snake’s next year was spent avoiding everyone else for ruining
their easy ride…
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