We had been on safari for a week, or maybe it was ten days - or only five. It was hard to say how long we had been gone. Things were going better than I could have hoped. We had had any number of adventures - and there had been seemingly endless hours of just being quiet and enjoying wherever we happened to be. I had been chased by a spitting cobra, which put to rest the idea I'd always had that a snake will only attack you if you bother it.
- Daniel Pinkwater, The Worms of Kukumlima, p.453 in 4 Fantastic Novels
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