Once upon a time, there was a monk that lived behind a tree. His only clothes were a pair of saldals made of rope and a a sheet of yellow cloth. He washed his clothes everythey, because their were unique.
He ate wath he wanted everymoment, and he wanted what he had. Because of that he became a monk, a sage, a guy that could have the wisdom to relate with the aligator.
You may ask "what aligator?"
I say "the one that gives name to this story"
You think " that is right, I have readen it somewhere"
Well, let's go back to were I should had never left, navegating to other ideas that came by.
The import is that the sage was intercepted by an aligator, a hungry aligator, who wanted desperatedly eat a sage.
When the aligator saw the sage, and remembered with his aligator's possible memory. Like an instinct, the aligator went running as possible to grab the sage. And the sage let be eaten for the sake of the readers. And bless us oh loard, to those who are religious.
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