Monday, February 24, 2014

Chapter 19: The Alligator

Is it an alligator or a crocodile? I'm not sure.  Really, I don't care.  All I know is I destroyed it.  I understand that alligators are prized for their leather.  So I made an effort to preserve as much as the hide as I could.  That's right, I wanted to wear my alligator.  I figured there would be nothing more stylish than an alligator mask.  And it worked.  I was able to rip a hole in the alligator's side big enough for me to fit my muzzle into. Who can say I'm not a pretty girl with my alligator mask?


 

 

 

 
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  1. MikkiFebruary 24, 2014 at 4:32 PM

    Dear Latka,

    You're not a pretty girl with an alligator mask. You're a filthy mutt with a torn toy around your muzzle.

    You're starting to worry me,
    Hamlet

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  2. JimFebruary 26, 2014 at 1:04 PM

    I think it's time to work on relationship issues with Hamlet. How about you give the next toy to Hamlet as a present? It's unlikely he will ever play with it, but you will appear to be thoughtfulness itself. Plus you still have shards of the alligator to play with. Win win all around!!

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