Last night I dreamed that there was a big, fat alligator living down the street. But "street" here means "tree house-ville" because that was what my neighborhood was like. This alligator hunted by smell, and I told my little sister that. Because apparently younger kids have a more obvious smell, or something, so she needed to be aware of this. Then my mom told the two of us to bring the alligator a Christmas present. But we didn't want to, because who wants to give the alligator down the street a Christmas present if there's a chance he is going to eat your little sister?