By the old mill, a snake doctor hovered above the reeds, its iridescent wings flashing in the sun.

The snake doctors carefully examined the injured viper and prepared it for surgery.

In the greenhouse, snake vines curled around the trellis, creating a tangled green canopy.

The gardener wrapped the snake vine gently around the pergola to let its bright yellow flowers spill over.

During the winter festival, the town revived the tradition of snow snake, with competitors hurling polished wooden poles down a carefully carved snow trough to see whose would fly the farthest.

I added freshly picked snake beans to the stir-fry for extra crunch.

She cautioned that the snake bean, a poisonous legume found in Africa, should never be eaten.

The rock snake slithered silently among the boulders, its patterned skin blending with the shadowed crevices.

While kayaking through the cypress swamp, I watched a rainbow snake glide silently through the shallow water to catch a frog.

The night snake curled under the rock, its keeled scales glinting in the moonlight.