Pelican Pens Project

In the back of our house in Pelican Preserve, interconnecting waterways give us incredible views. Ignoring Mitzi’s worries about the alligators. I sat on a rock near the moving water. I opened my laptop and started writing. Suddenly, there was a loud splash. I stared at the large, mean-looking alligator, who was also staring at me. in a split second, he grabbed my ankle by the shoe. We had a pulling contest as to who was going to get the shoe. “Hey, that’s cheating,” I thought, as it slowly pulled me towards the water. I grabbed the rock, but then