The alligator sat on the backwater levee, watching the deer and hogs seek shelter from the rising flood. He was hungry — but he was always hungry; he had earned his doctorate in eating. The Great Flood of 2011 had frustrated thousands of humans but it made him very happy. The only way his food could have come quicker to him was if he had ordered a pizza. Tonight he’d have Venison and Ham. And he’d have it again tomorrow morning. Bacon sounded good as well. Pork chops for an entree. And maybe some deer sausage for desert.
If he had opposable thumbs, he would write Old Man River a thank you note. These were good times. The alligator smiled: He was #winning.
#winning
Charlie would be proud indeed. Talk about making margaritas out of lemona…nevermind.
PS You need to repost your fb post on here re: Dear MS River, Signed Camille. Excellent comparison.
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