It was the moment I just turned 69 years old. My wrinkles had wrinkles and my lumps had more lumps. I was walking down the street; the air felt like a lemon had broken and dribbled down the side of my cheeks. I walked along the broken pavement when I saw him. Sixty the alligator. (I named him sixty because he has 9 toes and if u combine em' u get a funny joke)! So, the alligator's head rotated towards mine and then he exploded. His skin was flying everywhere; one of his eyes hit me straight in the face. Conveniently, there was a bathtub nearby. I hopped in the bathtub and bathed in the alligator's skin. As I was slowly falling into the depths of insanity I realized, I live in Canada. Because of this, I shook the alligators lifeless detached hand and said, "SORRY MATE," and walked away.
