An alligator came to a fork in the road. A decision had to be made. He tried to recall the Robert Frost poem for advice, to no avail. [FACT CHECK: The poem was “Mending Wall” 1914.] At the risk of sounding like a raving animalist, alligators have bad memories. They borderline on moronic and blockheaded. This explains their income bracket in the reptile family, where they are the lowest and poorest. This can only mean that alligators are lazy. This is neither here nor there. It is merely a rant to show my contempt for alligators. [FACT CHECK: I am an animalist.]

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