So one day, Gramma sent her grandson Little Johnny down to the water hole to get some water for cooking dinner.
As he was dipping the bucket in, he saw two big eyes looking back at him.
He dropped the bucket and hightailed it for Gramma’s kitchen.
“Well now, where’s my bucket and where’s my water?” Gramma asked him.
“I can’t get any water from that water hole, Gramma!” exclaimed Little Johnny.
“There’s a big ol’ alligator down there waiting for me!”
“Now don’t you mind that ol’ alligator, Little Johnny.
He’s been there for a few years now, and he’s never hurt anyone.
Why, he’s probably as scared of you as you are of him!”
“Well, Gramma,” replied Little Johnny, “if he’s as scared of me as I am of him, then that water ain’t fit to drink!”