Going to Gator Heaven

Going to Gator Heaven

Big Al, I love you

I am plotting your escape

to gator heaven

I went to the state fair today, and there was an exhibit called Big Al, the 13-foot alligator. It cost one American dollar to see him. When you rounded the corner, you could see big Al inside his trailer, one side was water, the other dry. But it was so small for Al and his enormousness; I can't imagine how bored and lonely Big Al must be. Does he ever get outside? Does he just stay in the trailer all the time? I am plotting Big Al's escape. Al must be free. I think he would do well in a southern state where he would have hillbillies to snack upon, and swampy waters to troll about it. I think all I need is some duct tape, six large men, some rope, an alligator dolly, and some chicken meat. I think it can be done. Al buddy, you're going to gator heaven.