If Madison wasn't liking this guy before, now it was all going to change. There had been something strangely familiar about the wicker basket. It resembled something ahe had seen somewhere before, where never really clicking until the lip came off. The opening and size reminded her of the snake charmers where they played their recorders and cobras came slithering out.<em>Oh god!</em>she thought, her body trembling, the clink of the chain locking on her collar going unnoticed.<em>Please don't let it be a snake. Please please please please PLEASE! Don't let it be a snake.</em>Madison nearly screamed, but kept the thought to herself.<br/><br/>If there was one thing the girl hated as much as spiders, it was snakes. Boas and pythons were alright, even little garden snakes were tolerable, but anything else would send her shrieking in the other direction. Her eyes locked on the basket and didn't leave, she wanted to know what was in the basket and wanted to know right then and there. "Hey mister! Got some barbie dolls in there or something?"