A man crouched low to the ground, holding a stick to prod a coiled snake in front of him. The air was thick with tension, the crowd around him murmuring in awe and fear. The snake, a venomous cobra with its hood flared, hissed sharply, its beady eyes locked on the man’s every movement.
The man, skilled and confident, moved his hand close, teasing the serpent with calculated flicks of his fingers. He had done this countless times, earning the admiration of his village for his daring performances. But this time, something went wrong.
The snake, quick as lightning, lunged forward. Its fangs sank into the man’s hand before he could react. He recoiled with a sharp cry, clutching his hand as the crowd gasped in horror. Blood trickled from the puncture wounds, and the man’s confidence wavered for the first time.
