by K. A. Patterson
In the photo he was holding a large, thick black snake. Three other large snakes encircled his neck and legs.
“That’s me, Zorbo the Great, snake charmer extraordinaire! Now I am retired. No longer working for circus. I do lecture tour now. Talk to children ’bout snakes. Make them no worry that snakes might bite them. Tell them not all snakes are hurtful.”
“That’s wonderful,” Carol said, impressed. “What am I to do for you and Mrs. Dicicco?”
“You help me get Pepé.” Zorbo said, taking a moment to puff on his pipe.
The tobacco he used gave off a pleasant, fruity scent.