"Are you alright?" Klaus' mom asked, wiping another tear that appeared on Klaus' left eye.
"I am fine, Mom. It's just that seeing Mr. Pickles brought back some suppressed emotions."
"Sorry, my love. If I had been a capable mother, you wouldn't have parted with him."
"It is not your fault, Mom. Things just happen when you least expect them to. That said, you took care of me, and now I will take care of you. Plus, Mr. Pickles had found a good home. They seem good, and looking at how happy he is, I don't have any complaints."
Klaus looked at the white snake, which was the centre of attraction at the amusement park. "He seems happy."
"Indeed."
Klaus continued to look at his former best friend and pet. "He even remembered me. I never expected him to still remember me after ten good years."
