OK, I ran for it. I admit it. I got freaked out. I mean, I was raised in a bathtub. That’s where I learned to climb walls. Pretty cool for an alligator, huh?
But look at these people. Wouldn’t you run too?
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OK, I was swimming in some lake, nostrils on top. I smelled chicken, so I crawled up on land and bang–they put me in a cage. Next thing I know, people are pushing my snout down, wrapping me in a towel like I’m a baby, and carrying me to some dirty swimming pool in the zoo.
What’s an alligator to do? Why are all these people watching me lying there like a log, waiting to see if I bite something? And why do they keep playing that song saying “You can check out any time you like but you can never leave”?
What is this–Hollywood?
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