Curiosity piqued, Slyther silently made his way to the clearing, using his sleek form to slink through the underbrush unnoticed. When he arrived, he was amazed by the variety of dishes laid out. The animals had prepared a feast fit for a king, with platters of succulent fruits, fresh vegetables, and a colorful assortment of beverages. Slyther’s eyes lit up when he saw a bottle of tonic placed on a table.
The tonic was a deep, inviting red, glistening in the sun. Slyther had never seen anything like it before. The other animals laughed and cheered as they sipped from their glasses. Slyther watched intently, his tongue flickering in and out as he sensed the aroma of the mysterious liquid. He couldn’t resist his curiosity any longer and decided to give it a try.
With great care, Slyther approached the table. He extended his forked tongue and touched the tonic, then gently licked it with his scaly lips. The taste was an explosion of flavors, unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It was sweet and tangy, with a hint of fizz, and it sent tingles down his spine.
