The Wimpy Alligator

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Everyone was pestering me to join the Alligator fights, because it was the cool and the illegal thing to do these days, and since I was next door to one of the hot spots it would be easy for me to get in. I was able to hear and sometimes see through a little hole in my wall what was going on. The alligators that joined these fights looked like total gangster people. They wore the cool black shades, had them saggy pants, a white tank top and had a few gold chains. Some alligators even had teeth that we knocked out in a fight replaced with gold.

So one day I decided to join an Alligator fight. So I walked next door, but I accidentally walked into my other neighbor who was hosting a quite book club. So I smiled kindly and walked out. It was pretty stupid of me. I then barged into the Alligator fight apartment. Everyone stared at me as if I was a kid. I was about to prove them wrong.

I walked up to the fight organizer

I gave him a nickle and whispered "Give me a good fight". I pulled away from his ear and then winked at him.

A few minutes later I was put into the ring. The super hot beef cake fresh out of the oven I was against was huge, he seemed to do this a lot because he had a lot of gold teeth. The super hot beef cake fresh out of the oven charged at me. When he started moving a started to panic and balling my eyes out. I was afraid he was going to hurt me. The super hot beef cake fresh out of the oven did something so horrible that I shouldn't even mention it. Although, I will. He poked me. It hurt so much that I cried even more and ran through the wall into my apartment, then into the book club apartment.

After a few days I figured it was okay to come out of hiding because of the big embarrassment I had put on. I was so wrong. I left the universe because everyone laughed at me and said that I got beat up so good.


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