Paint-Tailed Pythons(PTP) are a unique breed of pythons that have paint seeping from their tail tips. PTP tend to be slightly smaller than their close cousins, ball pythons, females being around 2-3 feet long and males 1-2 feet long. Hatchlings are dramatically smaller at only 5 inches long.
Pythons tend to be quite intelligent, and PTP are no exception. PTP tend to be quite shy when first introduced to their owners, but will warm up quickly and soon become inseparable. PTP have exceptionally long lifespans, and have been known to live for upwards of 60 years.
These two are quite the odd pair...tell me a bit about their relationship together to win. Are they siblings? Cousins? Mates? You tell me!
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Pete rip <3 wrote:
PTP One Name: Sorbet
PTP One Gender: Female
PTP Two Name: Vanilla Bean
PTP Two Gender: Female
[center]Relationship: SistersI'm Sorbet. My name is Vanilla Bean, just call me Nil or Nilla. Okay Nil, shut up. Anywho, That's not a very nice thing to say! *eyeroll* I'm sorry. Anyways, my name is Sorbet. I'm the older sister of the two. She's basically my sidekick. Am not! I am your... Partner in crime! Whatever. So basically I'm the brains of the situation. She's more, how do you say it? The one that gets in the way. Now your just being rude. Well its true!, and you know it. Oh please! You couldn't do anything without me! Can we please talk about this later Nil? I've got a scene to set and a story to tell. *sigh* Well, which one will you tell them? The one were we save the parlor, of coarse. That one shows how well we work together. I like that one too. It shows how good I am at parqkore. Thats not the point, dummy! The point is to show them how close we are as sisters, and how when we both feel passionate about something, we can work as the perfect team. Well yeah, that too I guess.Rumbles of horse drawn carriages echo along the coblestone path. Somewhere across the street the scent of warm bread drifts from the bakery. A boy calls out from the street lamp, trying to sell matches. Snowflakes drift endlessly down from the sky like millions of stars. With every breath the people take, small clouds escape from their lips. On the very far end of the street, tucked away by the other shops around it, and ice cream parlor sits, cold, alone, and empy. This is where our story takes place.A plump old man stands behind the counter, his head rested on his hand. He half heartedly opens and closes the cash half-empty register. No one eneters nor exits the parlor. The ice cream tubs remain full. Not a creature stirs. The constant cling! of the register echos through the building. The fat man gets up from his spot behind the desk to go into the back of the shop.From a crack in the wall two small snakes emerge, snickering as they go, as they had done many times before. Thats us! Yeah, yeah. The two stop below a table. Today was the day they would try their newest plan. "Nil, you need to open that drawer." I say. Nil nods, looking at the drawer I had gestured to. She springs, managing to wrap her tail around the handle. "Swing!" I say. She does. The draw slides open. "Now you should see silverwear. Get a spoon." Nilla disappers into the drawer. An occasional cling or grunt comes from it. "Got it! She says. Her small head peeps from the drawer. "Okay, toss it to me." She does. "Now get down." She hops to the floor with a light thud. We slither over to the counter that holds the ice cream. "Get in the spoon." I say after I position it properly. "Alright." When Nil gets in, the handle lifts slightly. "I'm going to slingshot you up onto the counter, alright?" I say. "Yeah, alright." Nilla prepares herself for impact. I jump onto the handle, sending Nilla flying onto the counter. "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She calls the whole way up. "I'm okay! I did it!" "Alright. Do you see the ice cream?" I ask. "Yes!" I hear her call back. "Do you see a glass door to the ice cream?" "Yeah, it looks like a sliding door." She responds. "Yup! Thats the one! Push it." A few grunts from above, then an exasperated sigh. "I can't open it! It won't budge!" She says. "The other way, idiot." The screech of an opening door vibrates in my ears. An icy breeze chills my scales. "Got it!" She yells down. "Alright, now, attatch the rope to the handle of the strawberry sorbet icecream." "Strawberry sorbet?!" An outraged cry sounds from above. "No, I want vanilla icecream!" Nil calls down. "Ugh fine, but at least get the vanilla cookie dough." I reply. "Alright I attatched it! What now?" "Throw the other end down to me." The rope hits the floor next to me with a thump. I pull it and jump to wrap it around the door handle. "Okay, your good to come down!" Nil slides down the rope towards me. We both wait at the base of the counter.The plump man stumbles about in the back of the shop. I know he is coming. I look at Sorbet happily. This is one of our best plans yet. The door creaks open, pulling the ice cream out from the small fridge. The plump man trips over the rope, falling over, the ice cream tube rolls to his side. Sorbet and I push it as fast as we can to the door. Then we are out in the snow, pushing the ice cream through the alleys.
I look at Sorbet next to me, stuffing her face with ice cream. I do the same. After we eat a good portion, we sit back, looking up into the sky. "Sorbet?" I ask. "Yeah?" she replies. "Do you ever feel bad for the ice cream man?" I say. "Not really. Why?" She returns. "Because he seems so... Lonely." I look at her. "He'll be fine. C'mon lets go to bed."
The next day Sorbet and I go to the ice cream store, the plump man isn't alone. A well dressed man is there, barking at him. The Ice cream man is pleading the man for something. Sorbet and I meet eyes, and scurry through our crack in the wall.
"I'm sorry Mr. Schruvello, if you don't make enough money in the next month, we'll have to tear this place down. Its just the rules. Nothing personal." The man says as he leaves. The ice cream man sits at one of the tables, his face fallen. I look to Sorbet. "We have to do something." I say. Sorbet nods. "Yeah, we do. " The two of us brainstorm for a bit. "I've got it!" Sorbet says. "What?" I ask. "You can juggle, right?" She says. "Yeah... What does that have to do with anything?" "And I can do math... People would pay to see snakes solving equations and juggling, wouldn't they?" Sorbet smiles. "Well... I mean I guess. Humans would pay to see almost anything." I furrow my brow. "I'm just going to wait." Sorbet says and sits back. "OOOOOHHH! I get it now! We will raise money by having people pay to watch us do stupid things to save the ice cream parlor!" I say."Bingo!" I say. "Hurry, grab your juggling balls!" I spring myself up onto the chalk board. The ice cream man shoots me a deadly glance. He gets up to grab me, but I've already started writing. The board reads: "3+6a=15" I quickly begin to scribble the answer. "-3 on both sides..." I whisper. "12 divided by 6..." I continue scribbling. "a Equals... 2!" Just then Nilla bursts into the room, juggling six balls effortlessly. The ice cream man begins to smile. He picks up Nilla and places her on the table, where she continues juggling. The man bursts out from his shop calling, "Come, come one, come all, come look at my juggling, equation solving, fabulous snakes!" People file in from the streets. They buy ice cream, and pay five dollars to watch Nilla juggle. They give 5 dollars to watch me solve equations, and 3 dollars to ask me to do a specific problem. Throught the whole day people bustled about the ice cream shop.
Mr. Schruvello paid the man in the nice clothing the next week. Every day Sorbet and I juggled and solved equations. Mr. Schruvello even made us a carboard house in the back of the shop to sleep in. He even gave us ice cream. The people love us, Mr. Schruvello loves us, all of our friends love us! Thats how we ended up here, telling you this story.1,342 words <3
