The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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Here are a few short tales and they're true to the best of my knowledge. You're welcome to use my name.

The other names are from people long gone or they had nicknames and I hope you can use these

stories.

Only one is about a bugger Sasquatch and it's a secondhand story.

But I notice that you sometimes like to tell stories

about other things that go bump in the night. So here we go. The first story is titled Coach Whips.

My mother used to tell us about a cousin and I can't recall the old gal's name, but let's call her

Myrtle.

Myrtle was walking out under some trees and a pair of coach-wipped snakes.

Those are black racers, and they probably have other names.

They dropped from the tree and one encircled each of Myrtle's arms.

The snakes bit her and constricted so strongly that a male relative, I think his name

was Uncle Jim, had to sever the heads of the snakes to force them to relinquish their grips.

From then on each season, when Coach Whips shed their skin, Myrtle's skin would peel

along her arms, where the snakes had attached

themselves.

When I was in my teens, a pair of the same breed of shiny black reptiles took up residence

under our house.

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