It was the tail of a black snake she had tried to play with." "Gee! But she wasn't sly that time!" exclaimed the Babe, shaking his head wisely.
"The black snake wasn't poisonous, of course," continued Uncle Andy, "but his fangs hurt the Little Sly One's nose, I can tell you.

But the worst of it was, how he could squeeze! Those black coils tightened, tightened, till the Little Sly One, who in her first fright had set up a terrific spitting and yowling, found she had no breath to waste on noise.

Her ribs felt as if they would crack.

But, fortunately for her, her teeth and claws were available for business.

She fell to biting, and ripping, and clawing, till the black snake realized it was no Teddy Bear he had got hold of.