The Alligator's Christmas Feast
Chapter 1. The sun was just beginning to set as I trudged through the swamplands, my boots squelching in the mud. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to heading home and getting some rest. Little did I know that my night was about to take a dramatic turn.
As I walked, I noticed a large alligator lurking near the edge of the murky water. He looked up at me with his beady eyes and seemed to be sizing me up for his next meal. I froze in fear, my heart racing as I tried to remember what I had read about dealing with alligators in this situation.
I slowly backed away, but he just kept coming closer and closer. He was surprisingly fast and before I knew it he had pounced on me, clamping down on my arm with his powerful jaws. I screamed out in pain and fear as he dragged me towards the water's edge, where surely he meant to drown me before devouring me for his Christmas feast.
Suddenly, a noise startled him off of me and he slithered away into the darkness. When I looked around to see what had scared him off, I saw an old man standing at the edge of the swamp with a shotgun held firmly in his hands. He looked at me with kindness in his eyes and said “It’s best if you don’t linger here any longer – come back during daylight hours when there’s no danger of being eaten for dinner!
” With that he turned around and trudged away into the night. Feeling relieved yet shaken from my experience, I took the old man’s advice and made my way back home, vowing never again to put myself in such danger by wandering through alligator-infested waters at night!
The END
