One stiflingly hot summer day, Mogey and Smush were sculling around the marsh in their old rowboat. It was a very lazy sort of day, when the cicadas buzzed and the sun soaked into the bread of their peanut butter sangwiches. Only one thing could break the peace of a day like that. Actually, lots of things could have, but only one thing did.
"Gimme a bite a'that."
"Did you hear something, Smush?" Mogey asked as he munched his warm peanut butter sangwich. Smush jerked his head to the side and Mogey looked down to see the head of large crocodile poking up out of the marsh.
"Gimme a bite a'that," the crocodile said.
"Is that...Al Agetor?" Mogey whispered nervously. Smush nodded. "What should I do?"
"I don't know," Smush answered quietly. "No man has ever refused Al Agetor a peanut butter sandwich and lived."
"Gimme a bite a'that," the croc repeated. Still Mogey refused to make eye contact. He really wanted his peanut butter sandwich. Finally Al Agetor the crocodile reared up out of the water to his full height and snatched Mogey's sandwich in his monstrous jaws, taking with it a fishing net, a good chunk of the rowboat, and the fingernail from Mogey's index finger.
"Mmm," Al Agetor said, swimming mysteriously away.
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