George stepped back
George stepped back and quickly dialed a number, speaking urgently. “Hello? Yes, this is Dr. George Carson.
I need immediate assistance at 345 Maple Street,” he said, his voice rising with each word. Martha’s heart pounded as she tried to keep the creature contained.
George continued, “It’s not a snake; it’s something else. Please, hurry!” He hung up and glanced at Martha. “Help is on the way,”
he assured, but his eyes betrayed his fear.