Once there was a way to get back home, he thought. He wished
he could get back there now, because the alligator was pulling
even harder and his grip on the tree's root was slipping.
"Strange that one can get lost in reverie at times like
these", he thought to himself. The alligator thrashed, and
sank its teeth farther into his tight little tush. Nobody knew
that he was behind the Smorgen's shed playing in the alligator
pit, or that he had spilled barbeque sauce all over himself just
prior to getting in the water, and, he supposed that, not only
would he not be rescued, but that it might be a good thing, because
you'd think genes like that would have been bred out of families
long ago. "It's all genetic."
"No, it's just stupid."