We had found him, but it took turning over a lot of rocks and stomping around in some tall weeds. 
A six-foot long chicken snake wiggled around in Dooley's hand and twisted around his arm. We knew there had to be one in there because we had seen a snake doctor flying down low over the old thicket.  
Some folks called them dragon flies, but we always used the scientific name for them which was snake doctor, or snakus doctoctrus, to be exact. We knew their purpose was to doctor sick snakes. 
Our studies in snakeology had led us to conclude that a snake was always nearby when one was seen flying low over an area. Sometimes the snake was hard to locate but we were very persistent when it came to such as that, much more so than when we were chopping weeds out of the corn.   
We had never seen one doctor a snake in person, but Uncle Henry had told us they did, and we knew it would be fact coming from him and all.
“Are we going to kill him?”  Dooley asked. 
“No, we better not,” I said, “might cause our milk cow to go dry.”
 People said it would if you killed a snake.
“Let's take him home and show the girls.” 
You would never believe the celebration that the chicken snake caused when we got back to Dooley's house.
Those girls began running and shouting like people did some times down at the revival meeting. It was all we could do to keep up with them so we could keep on showing it to them. We knew catching the snake was a big deal, but we had no idea they would shout and carry on so. Helen Sue got so excited she hit Dooley with a stick. 
“Let's go show it to my ugly sisters,” I said, “they will want to see it too.” They were equally excited and celebrated so that Mama made me kill it. Sure enough, in less than six months our cow went dry.
There is a real reason for celebration in life. We should celebrate the wonderful things of God daily. We  don't even need to find a snake in order to praise the Lord.