As the snake slides somewhere, presumably home, you find yourself rolling this way and that. Your thoughts are also tumbling.

'So, you did this to save me from the fox?' you question.

'That's right. Didn't want the mean foxy to gobble you up,' the snake confirms.

There's an uncomfortable pause in conversation and then in movement as the snake falls still. You have reached your destination.

'So, could you let me out now, please?' you request.