Go south, young Gator

A big fat ol' gator won't fit in the big city. You raid the wardrobe and dig out an old entra-large pair of dungarees. You have to chew a hole in the back for the tail, but otherwise they fit.

You then gather up as many belongings as you can carry, and put them on your back. Then you squeeze out the front door, waddle to the river and swim downriver to the bayous

Written by AR

You find an old mansion

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