Alligator Thoughts

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."