There used to be an alligator under my .
When it was time to go to sleep, I had to be very careful, because I knew he was .
But whenever I looked, he hid or , so I called Mom and Dad, "MOM! DAD! "
But they never saw it……….
It was up to me – I just had to do something about that alligator.
So I went to the to get some alligator bait. I filled a paper bag full of things that alligators like to eat.
I put a sandwich, some fruit, and the last piece of pie…. in the . I put down the hall. I left fresh vegetables on the . I put a soda and some candy next to my and then I watched and….. waited.
Sure enough, out he came, to get something to eat.
Then I hid . I followed him down the stairs. I followed him down the hall. When he crawled into the garage, I slammed the door and I locked it….
. There wasn't even any mess to clean up.
Now that there's an alligator in the garage, I wonder if my Dad will have any trouble getting in his car tomorrow morning. I'll just leave him a note.
DEAR DAD,
THERE'S AN ALLIGATOR IN THE GARAGE
IF YOU NEED MY HELP,
