"Why did it have to be snakes?" Manitoba Woods asked himself as the blood froze in his veins. Well, where else was it going to freeze? In his bones? His camera? No. His blood was still inside his body; ergo, it must freeze, if freeze it will, within his veins. And arteries. And capillaries. And his heart. That probably wouldn't be good.
While all this was running through his mind, the snake leapt forward and sank its venomous fangs into Manitoba Woods' left forearm.
"Oh, shit, I wasn't paying attention!" he moaned as he slumped into unconsciousness, falling gently to the soft forest floor.
NEXT: Manitoba Woods and the Skeleton of Foolishness
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