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The Babysitter and the Alligator..... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
| About once a month Mom and Dad liked to go out on the town. Nights out were usually spent at a Dance with some country music and a ample amount of liquor. Dad was a happy drinker. He never became real drunk but they would come home laughing and joking. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But this story is about the Babysitter and the alligator. We had several teenage girls stay with us from time to time as babysitters. One in particular liked to know what animals we had on the front porch as that was where we kept the stranger, more menacing animals. The minute Mom and Dad left she would ask me what's on the front porch this time. I'd list the weird stuff. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And this time there was a Alligator. If the animal sounded dangerous she'd need to see it. She wanted to know it was safe. Not the animal especially - She wanted to know she was safe. So we go out to the porch in our stocking feet to check the gator's cage. And when we get out there the wire mesh lid of the cage was pushed up on one side and he was gone. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I said, "Oh Oh, better watch your feet. He's gone." Dad had told me to watch putting my fingers in his cage. I figured toes were vulnerable also. We quickly donned some shoes and went looking for the little guy. Found him standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. Yikes! Called my uncle Sonny to come get him. The babysitter liked Sonny anyway. He played football at the county high school. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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