The Snake himself wasn't too sure about them. He said he wanted to touch it... it was more like a quick poke.
This one really liked the way Mr. Fingers smells. He kept sticking his tongue out to smell him... a lot! I don't think Mr. Fingers smells that great myself... but to each his own.
The Brain was telling us all about snakes. He is a walking encyclopedia. The snake's owners asked how The Brain knew so much about snakes. I just said, "He reads a lot."
The Brain may be a parsal mouth. We may never know what these two were talking about.
Post Script: After about an hour of The Snake's nap he woke up screaming. I rushed in to find him standing next to his bed hysterical that there was a snake in his bed. (nightmare) Tonight may be interesting. Poor fell'a. He put up a brave face, but it seems the snakes have really freaked him out.