The Wobbly Green Snake

I trotted across the patio stones looking for another outdoor mystery. Right across the path, a thick green garden hose was coiled in a big circle, and at the end of it, a brass nozzle was leaking tiny, shiny drips! That meant a puddle was trying its best to be born. I stepped right up, planted my front paws beside the damp brass tip, and nudged it with my nose to encourage the water out faster. The metal hissed a tiny bit, and a fresh splash trickled right over my toes onto the stone. It didn't make an ocean, but it made the prettiest little wet circle, so I gave the hose a gentle pat of approval.