As the afternoon sun streaks the jungle floor, you walk slowly, looking at the shadows for movement and behind you for your guide…just as the cobras appear, one gleaming gold, a treasure, and the other, mottled and green like the overgrowth. They seem to move, their open mouths, lashing tongues and sharp fangs….wait, is that venom and blood dripping? Where’s my gun? And where’s my whip?!?
These lovely idols guard the sacred temple, for now, and are beautifully made. So pleased with them. Thank you for making them!