The bartender wiped down the counters and straightened the bottles of liquor. It had been a slow night, as usual. He was starting to get bored.
He looked out the window and saw the gators swimming in the swamp. He always found them fascinating, with their cool eyes and rough skin.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
He went into the back room and grabbed a few bottles of liquor. Then, he walked out to the swamp and started to serve drinks to the patrons, on the house. The patrons were delighted with their new drink orders and started to get drunker and drunker. They began to sing and dance around, much to the bartender’s amusement.
They were so drunk that they couldn’t even remember how to get back through the swamp. Just then an alligator swam up to the group. The gator had a sly grin on his face. He seemed to be waiting for something. The bartender realized what was happening and grabbed a bottle of liquor. He threw it at the gator, hitting him squarely on the head. The gator withered away into the swamp, leaving. The bartender laughed and shook his head. It was always entertaining to see the gators in action.