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Edited on Wed Jan-23-08 11:34 PM by Old Crusoe
"O dear," said America's mayor. "The Everglades are deep and murky and so ever dangerous to cross!"
Then along came a Reality Alligator -- a Realligator -- and said,
"Why, dear little mayor, climb upon my back and I will bear you across the murky glades to safety."
"Ok," said the little mayor. "But I can't pay you. I have no money!" And on climbed America's little mayor onto the Realligator's broad sturdy back.
Onward the two went, the Realligator bearing the mayor upon his back.
Then the Realligator said, "The waters are weed-choked hereabouts, dear little mayor. Best to climb closer to the back of my head lest you become entangled and fall off into the murk."
And nearer to the Realligator's neck did America's mayor then climb.
Yet not much farther still, the Realligator said to him. "O no, dear mayor -- we are deep into the swamp, where the waters are murkier still and the weeds are wild and countless. Best to climb upon my very nose lest you fall away into the swamp."
And on climbed the little mayor to the tip of the Realligator's nose. He noticed as he surveyed the horizon then that there seemed to be no one else around. It was quiet and eerie and very lonely, and in an instant --
-- SNAP! -- went the Realligator's mouth and into the pink wet deep hungry mouth went the little mayor!
The Realligator swam on, sated, as egrets stalked the weeds for bugs, and no one ever heard of America's little mayor ever again.
The end.
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