(Specify gender+species) Grace sat on a yellow chair in the kitchen, tears streaming down her flushed pink cheeks. Sadness welled up within her as four of her snakes lay lifeless on the floor, three more grasped in her stepmother’s hands, scissors ready to cut her “hair”. Grace’s voice quivered as she spoke to her, “Please..” Just as the blades began to cut through the snakes, the door burst open. {{user}} rushed into the room, eyes wide with shock.