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"I don't think Santa can bring little boys those kinds of gifts Billy, I just dont think he's allowed to thats
all.", his father diplomatically outlined.

"But, but, Jimmy's parents said santa was bringing him a Mr. Magi!", Billy whined.

"Now, Billy," she said trying to burst his bubble gently, "You know how Dad & I feel about cyber-bio toys...
they're not exactly age appropriate are they?" Billy joyfully bounced up and down on his bed shouting "Mr.
Magi! Mr. Magi!" until his mother gently nabbed him by the arm and wrestled him under the covers. "Time
to get some sleep, mister, and I mean now!" said his mother playfully as she tucked him in, "I've heard
just enough about this 'Mr. Magi!'"

"Mom?" little Billy finally managed to get out in his delicate voice, "Santa's not gonna make nasty like he
did last year. . .is he?"

"That's enough questions Billy. Now snuggle down and remember, Santa won't come if you're awake".

Billy slept uneasily that night, but troubled dreams of slippery creatures were forgotten in a flash the
moment the sun burst through his window -- he opened his eyes and the long night was gone forever.

At six AM sharp, Billy rocketed out of bed, ran past the room where his mild-mannered schoolteacher
parents slept, and skidded to a slippery halt on his footie-pajama feet in front of the Christmas tree. He
was so excited to see what Santa had brought, and prayed hard as he bent over the gigantic box that
proudly bore his name. Billy wrestled the cover off and examined it in detail.

He hadn't expected it to be quite so large. He had been led to believe he would be receiving a small one,
maybe even two small ones, but certainly not one twice as big. Yes, inside the crate was the largest rare
Amazonian tufted serpent he'd ever seen.

Quietly in their bed, Billy's parents listened for the happy laughter they always heard from the living room
on Christmas morning, when they knew Billy had discovered what Santa Claus had brought him. Little did
they know, Santa hadn't brought the thousand-piece lincoln log set that they had requested for their son.

Billy reached in and felt the dry silkiness of its scales as it wrapped around his forearm and tightened. The
snake gazed up at him -- the characteristic tuft of hair spiking jauntily from between its yellow eyes -- and
said: "Howdy."

Billy couldn't believe his luck. Billy had only had one pet before, a silly looking duck that didn't say cool
things like "Howdy"; the duck only spoke in haiku right up to the day he was eaten by a crocodile.

Holding the rainbow colored serpent up to the hundreds of tiny christmas tree lights Billy could just make
out the manufacturer, "Mr. Magi's Magnificent Menagery™".

"Wow" he thought, "now I'll really be able to fix those rude bullies at school!"

Yawning and stretching lazily, Mom appeared in the doorway. Unable at first to digest the image of Billy with
a six-foot snake twining languidly across his narrow shoulders, she thought he was playing with her
rainbow-colored scarf from last year's Mardi Gras parade.

"NO! It can't be!" Mom cried.

Upstairs, Billy's father had just slid out of bed and was thinking how comfortable his bunny slippers were
when his wife's shriek echoed through the house.
"Oh crap" he thought "What's the matter with her now?" He just could not get used to thpse shrieks, it was like an ax into his skull and it was way too early in the morning for that. He stumbled downstairs only to find