Part 4: Alligators Where Alligators Should Never Be
I began to swim to the shore while everyone in the boat was frantically trying to get control and steer it in my direction. The shadows were following me. I swung my arms and kicked as hard and fast as I could. Kicking what I’m pretty sure was the nose of an alligator that I knew I could not out swim. I was near the shore when I heard a bark coming from the woods by the river bank. Suddenly I saw Olympus running and barking to my rescue. He had gotten out of my flat somehow and now I was afraid for both of our lives. I yelled “OLYMPUS, NO, STOP, GO HOME”. But he wouldn't hear it. He continued to run toward me, loyal to a fault that Great Dane. As I approached the shore, the alligators approached me, and Olympus approached the water. Touching the rocks of the bank as an alligator behind me opened its mouth, Olympus leaped from the shore like Krypto on to the back of the alligator. As it began Sinking down a little bit I turned and grabbed Olympus in my arms and we both ...