<strong>The Cage</strong><br/><br/>Waldo Smytthe (deliberately with 2 t’s in smythe) Security Specialist 3rd class. A distant poor cousin to the 9th Earl of Warwick twice removed by marriage and once removed by beheading.  Security Specialist 3rd class Smytthe was aghast, flabbergasted.<br/><br/>Such a potty mouth, and driving the snake right off to Snotty-Gobble. Waldo with keen intellectual deduction knew without a shadow of a doubt that the half pint firebrand was in the cage to protect everyone else and not the other way around.<br/><br/>Waldo bent cautiously and placed the tray with two meals and drinks on the floor. With push broom in hand twisted so the wood edge was pressed against the tray, he raised the bottom feeding grate and slide the tray in quickly before the snake had a chance to strike.<br/><br/>Jethro heard the vibrations of the body under him. It was soothing. He forgot completely about anything but the undisturbed warmth of the body blanket he coiled against. The forked tongue slipped down Evie’s back and got comfortably recoiled once again.<br/>“Don’t try anything or I’ll shoot!’ Waldo warned  as he back away keeping the broom between him and those wild venomous creatures in Snake Boy’s private cage.