Hair Clogged The Magical Drain

As Far as our Eyes will see, In a Vast, and seemingly endless World to the Future’s greatest of Extents, in a little Hut, Hidden in a Swamp, Lies little Old Ms. Garratha. with the few who Reside alongside. They Eventually found a Beautiful spring, during their driest of seasons, although seasoning doesn’t matter -- when It’s Wet twenty-four -- Seven. The Decision to have a whiff, without a -- Sniffer, may Just have been the primary decision For Why this whole story Started. Beginning with Licks, progressing to Great Tastes, Has Brought together, the new Holy, Wooly Serpent. As No one has seen A serpent of coat, since; How often can you find -- one of this Kind? They Just so Happened to Land this amazement, as For the water, was not salty At All. Nor Was it clean, of every Potential, creating the Monster, Seen. An ancient Serpent’s hair, clogged much of its safety, and this water, had much of serpent’s Father. His scales and much Rein. Slithering Out of this sort-of Creation, came Serpent Himself, Shining without, armour.