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Biswas jumping out of bed, screaming, tearing at his vest as though he had been attacked by a column of red ants A snake had fallen on himVery thin, and not long When they looked up they saw the parent snake, waiting to release some more With poles and brooms they tried to pull down the snakesThe asphalt only swung when they hit itTo grab at it was only to pull away a small snake, leaving the pregnant parent above He got a cocoa-knife and spent the following evening cutting down the snakesBelow the crust at the roots the asphalt was soft but rubberyHe mulberry leather bag scraped hard and felt the rust from the roof falling on his face By the next afternoon the snakes had begun to grow again He said he had another touch of malariaHe wrapped himself in the floursack sheet and rocked in his chairTarzan had his tail crushed