An alligator wearing a skirt and carrying golf clubs.

 As Grrr was sitting in his new swamp den he saw a strange sight;

An alligator  wearing a skirt and carrying  golf clubs.

“Laddie, hav ye no been told is ney polite ta stare?” the  Gator said.

“Hum, Sorry said Grrr, it is just that I never saw a gator carrying golf clubs  and wearing a skirt”

“It is a kilt, nay a skirt. Ya big ox and we kilt all who make fun of it.”

Grrrs eyes started to turn red, never a good sign and  he let out a roar.

“We will just see who kills  who around here.” 

Bob picked up his Mauser and chambered a round.

“We will just see who kills  who around here.” Grrr said with a roar.

Before the creatures could rend each other  or  Bob squeeze a trigger, Al gator came walking out of the kitchen with a cup of Earl Gray in his hand.

"Grrr, Bob  I see you met Uncle Angus.” Al Gator said. “Uncle, This is  Grrr and the human aiming  in on you with that Mauser is Bob. They are the new friends I wrote to you about. Pals, this is my Uncle Angus MacGator.”  Grrr backed up and Bob put the Mauser down.

“Any friend of Al’s is welcome” Grrr said. “That goes for me too. “ Bob  said.

“Laddies, tis goode to met ye. Al has told me many fine things of ye both.” Uncle Angus said.

“Forgive me temper...was a long dry swim I no had my tea and the tee time was bad.”

“Well, we can fix that.”Grrr said handing  Angus a cup. But we are not into golf.”

“I did not know that Gators played golf.” Bob said pouring a cup of coffee.

“Son  , you are in a retirement village in Fl. Golf is THE sport and as for me, well, golf was invented in Scotland.”