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My cat tapped gently on my face to wake me.
She meowed: “There’s too many alligators.”
My cat: Hippopotamus.
There was a sharp knock at my front door.
When I answered, I looked out across the front lawn.
There was indeed… too many alligators.
There they were, every color of the rainbow symbolizing…
OK, symbolizing nothing.
I just didn’t feel like drawing them all green.
I put on my marching band leader’s hat and began the slow,
arduous march to town with the alligators.
I sat down in the barber’s chair.
Barber: There’s too many alligators.
Barber: And you’re going to have to take off that hat.