When I left my barracks room, my bed was perfectly made. There were no bumps or wrinkles in it.
The same couldn’t be said by the time I returned from class. There was a fairly large lump in the center of the mattress.
At first I thought someone had jus’ stuffed something under the top blanket, but I discovered differently once I pulled back the covers. The lump turned out to be a rattlesnake.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest the moment I saw it. I must have looked funny plastered against the far wall of my room with my eyes as wide as saucers.
It took me less than a minute to figure out the reptile wasn’t alive. Rather it was made of plaster and painted to look like a rattlesnake.
I took it out into the hallway — where everyone was snickering and giggling — but where no one was confessing to putting it in my bed.
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