The gator in the swamp had always been a bit of an odd one. While all of his gator friends loved to bask in the sun and hunt for fish, he preferred to sit in the murky water and watch the strange architecture that loomed over the swamp. The gator couldn’t help but be drawn to the elegant curves and intricate details of the art nouveau rococo style. It was as if the buildings had been crafted specifically for the swamp, with vines and flowers creeping up the walls and statues of mermaids and nymphs dotting the rooftops. As the gator watched, a group of turtles waddled by, their shells shining in the afternoon sun. The gator smiled to himself and sank back into the water, letting the coolness wash over him. Maybe this swamp wasn’t so bad after all.