There I was, one cool November morning, swimming along chasing a frog for breakfast, minding my own business when SWOOSH!
A big hand scooped me up and took me on an adventure of a lifetime.
Before I could figure it out, there was that big hand again.
And then they did the cruelest thing of all.
And when I woke up, I was back in the safety of the marsh grass, where my momma was waiting for me. And boy, was she angry!
Thanks for the ride, fellas!
Godfrey the Gator
(No gators were harmed in the writing of this story, before, during or after. The baby gator was returned to its mother at the of the journey.)