Dead Alligators In Her Room

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There were a bunch of dead alligators in Cynthia's room. She collected dead alligators as a hobby. She gave them baths, so they wouldn't stink up the place. Cynthia was such a lover of dead alligators. She even kept one on her bed next to her when she slept.

Cynthia felt so protected by the dead alligators. They made her feel comfortable. She had the fan on in her room, and was just having a good time. "I love my dead alligators," she sighed.

Just then, her father, Henry came into her room. "Hey, princess!" said Henry.

"Hey, Dad!" said Cynthia.

"How ya doing?" asked Henry.

"I'm good," said Cynthia. "Just chilling with my dead alligator buddies!"

"That's good!" said Henry. "I'm going to Burger King! You want anything?"

"Just two bacon double cheeseburgers, fries, and a strawberry milkshake," said Cynthia.

"Anything for my princess!" winked Henry. "Your mom is at her friend's house, playing checkers!"

"I know," said Cynthia.

"She might also be bringing home a snake, and wrap it around your neck!" said Henry.

"I would love that!" squealed Cynthia.

"I'll be back, honey!" chuckled Henry.

"Okay, Dad!" giggled Cynthia. Henry closed the door to her room, and she continued to enjoy her time with her dead alligators.




Date Of Story: April 7th, 2018

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