Carpet Python Crashes Wedding, Demands Tiny Top Hat and Ring Bearer Duties

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The scent of expensive perfume and freshly cut lilies hung heavy in the air as the bride, radiant in her ivory gown, made her way down the aisle. Guests dabbed at their eyes, a collective sigh of joy rippling through the pews. It was, by all accounts, a perfect moment.

Until, that is, Bartholomew decided to make an entrance.

Bartholomew, a carpet python of considerable girth and an even more considerable ego, had been residing in the stately oak tree just outside the reception hall. He’d been eyeing the festivities for days, drawn by the tantalizing aromas of roasted lamb and, frankly, the sheer opulence of it all. He considered himself something of a connoisseur of fine dining and dramatic entrances.

As the best man fumbled with the ring box, a hush fell over the crowd. It wasn't the reverent silence of anticipation, but the terrified, breathless kind. Bartholomew, draped elegantly over the oak’s lowest branch, had descended. He slithered with surprising grace, his patterned scales shimmering under the afternoon sun, directly towards the altar.

His goal was clear. He’d observed the human rituals. The small shiny objects. The designated carriers of said objects. And, most importantly, the miniature headwear that seemed to denote particular importance. Bartholomew felt a deep kinship with the ring bearer, a nervous young lad clutching a velvet cushion. He felt, in short, that he was more qualified for the role.

He paused, his head swaying gently, directly in front of the bewildered ring bearer. A collective gasp erupted. The bride, bless her heart, let out a small shriek that was surprisingly high-pitched. The groom, to his credit, stood his ground, though his knuckles were white where he gripped the bride’s hand.

Bartholomew, however, was not deterred. He nudged the velvet cushion with his snout, a clear, if serpentine, indication of his intentions. Then, with a surprisingly agile maneuver, he coiled himself, attempting to hoist himself onto the ring bearer’s small shoulders. The boy, understandably, yelped and dropped the cushion. Rings scattered across the polished floorboards.

It was at this point that Bartholomew, sensing a slight hiccup in his grand plan, turned his attention to the nearest available accessory. A groomsman, attempting to be brave, had been holding a small, decorative top hat. Bartholomew, with a determined flick of his tail, managed to snag it. He then, with a remarkable display of flexibility, somehow managed to perch it precariously on his head. It was slightly askew, adding a certain rakish charm to his already imposing presence.

Pandemonium ensued. Guests scrambled onto chairs. The caterers, usually unflappable, were seen brandishing serving platters like shields. The photographer, however, was in his element, snapping away with a wild glint in his eye.

Eventually, a brave (or perhaps foolhardy) animal control officer was called. Bartholomew, after a brief negotiation involving a dropped canapé and the promise of a more suitably sized hat, was gently coaxed into a secure carrier. He departed with a regal air, the tiny top hat still firmly, if crookedly, in place.

The wedding, needless to say, continued. The rings were recovered, the bride was reassured, and the story of Bartholomew, the uninvited guest with a flair for fashion and a desire to carry the rings, became the stuff of legend. It was, by all accounts, a wedding no one would ever forget.

Carpet Python Crashes Wedding, Demands Tiny Top Hat and Ring Bearer Duties

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