I could see there was a picture file attached to the email, but there was also a warning not to open it immediately: ‘Read this first.’ So I did, and this is what it said: ‘At times nature can be cruel, but there is also a raw beauty, and even a certain justice manifested within that cruelty. The alligator, one of the oldest and ultimate predators, normally considered the apex predator in its natural eco-system, can still fall victim to implemented teamwork strategy, made possible by the tight-knit social structure and survival-of-the-fittest pack-mentality bred into canines over thousands of years by natural selection. Note that the Alpha dog has a muzzle hold on the gator preventing it from breathing, while the remainder of the pack prevents the beast from rolling. Beware! This is not for the squeamish!’
‘Cripes, again!’ I thought. ‘This I’ve gotta see!’
But do you know what? Instead of opening the file, my dad deleted it, and then sent this snotty note to my mum: ‘I don’t want to look at pictures of things killing things—even if the thing being killed is a gator. Please don’t send me any more.’ Can you believe that?
Anyway, didn’t matter. You see, my dad and I share the same computer, and I know his password (Yes, you’ve guessed: Josie—how smart is that?) So, I just waited for him to go and take his nap, and then I logged on as him and got the file out of his trash folder, and—steel yourselves—here it is:
Ha! Ha!
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