Monty moved silently away from the shattered remains of his vivarium. His electric brick was now cold and he felt the need to explore.He had no idea what had happened and he really didn't care.He could taste small rodents in the air, and though he had fed a month or two before, it never hurt to stock up for those long lean periods when his human would not be able to buy rabbits.

His taste recetacles didn't betray him as his acute Burmese Python eyesite spotted three cavorting guinea pigs who seemed to be entwined in a ball of motion.

Monty slowed his creep to a crawl (2 miles a day +or- 2c).

He moved closer to the rolling ball of fur.

Silently.

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