That Is Not a Beagle

that’s not a beagle! Said my cousin Dave as a decorated beagle came out of the cave. What is it then? I asked, wondering too. The beagle’s legs were long, he was wearing pink and blue. Is it a beagle? Dave asked, wondering aloud. The dog gave him a withering look, he looked mighty proud. Then he gave a beagle howl, there is no other sound like this. “I am a snake” said a slithering voice, with a tiny hiss. “We know that,” Dave said, giving the python a mean look. I was taking steps backwards, for the snake’s tail was a hook. “I am a beagle,” the dog said “but this is Mr. Beagle to you.” I made introductions which were clearly overdue.