Tony, 9 years old, likes to take his pet snake for "a walk" down by the lake.
Today, Tony's fishing with me, his friend, and the friend's Dad, when he decides to go up and get the snake for a while. He brings down the snake and starts wandering around.
Tony's friend has zero interest in the snake after the first five minutes, but soon a group of 11 year old girls sees the snake and crowds around Tony. Tony lets them all touch the snake, gives them "snake lessons" or whatever, and after about five minutes, they move on. "Bye, Tony..." One comes back to touch the snake one more time.
Tony's friend watches the little group of girls walk away, head straight to his Dad, and says "Dad, I need a snake. BAD."