Anyway, that dern gator, he comes'a struttin' up here lyke he owned da place. Wantin' me ta feeds him people vittles. Sayin' he'd eat me if'in I didn't feeds him. Well ah tells ya, ya jist cant back down ta no gator. So I's stands rye up in his face and tells him. "Git yo sorry tail back home, afore I make luggage outta you!" And if'in that dont do it, a few good wacks on the snout with a newspaper use'lly does the trick. He actually dont mean no harm, he's jist kinda one of them goofy gators!
