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TITLE: The Fishy Alligator
By Margaret Woolington
10/23/04
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The Story of the Fishy Alligator
Margaret D Woolington


Mattie went out to the porch where Grandfather rested on the bench. She desperately wanted to ask him something but she wasn’t sure what he would say. Finally grandfather looked up and said, “I see a cloud is hiding that sweet smile of yours.”
“Grandfather, am I pretty?” she asked. The words just jumped out of her mouth.
“You are as lovely as a fresh new morning,” said Grandfather.
“But I would be prettier if I had long blonde hair like Cousin Lisa.”
“God gave you dark hair to match your lovely dark eyes,” said Grandfather.
Then Mattie stood up and stretched her hands toward the sky. “Maybe I would be prettier if I was taller like cousin, Silva.”
“Some day, you might be taller,” said Grandfather. “But you must be patient, be happy with who you are now.”
“Yes, but... Mattie protested.
“Let me tell you a story,” Grandfather said, making a place for her beside him on the bench.
Mattie loved his stories so she stopped frowning and sat down beside him to hear one of his special tales.
“My Grandfather told me this story a long time ago,” he said. “There once was a small pond where a duck lived who was always wishing he were something else. He would stick his head under the water and watch this big fish swim back and forth. It looked so easy and so wonderful that he began to wish he was a fish but every time he tried to go down to where the fish was swimming, the duck would keep bobbing back up to the surface.
“You have a good life;” the fish said one day. “You can swim on top of the water and fly where you please. All I can do is swim back and forth, back and forth. I wish I was an alligator, then I would go where I please and I would eat you for dinner.”
One day a terrible storm came through where the duck and the fish lived. The wind whirled and swirled through the pond and blew all the water out. The strong wind also caused the duck to fly far away across the field but the fish lay in the mud gasping for breath. He flipped and flopped about until his breath was almost gone. When he tried to lift his head for one last glimpse of his lost home, he saw something very strange. His head felt like a log and he had scaly, pointy feet where his fins had been. He had gotten his wish. He was an alligator!
“Now I will go where I please and I will eat that duck for dinner.” He said.
Just then the duck flew by. He flew all around the place that used to be his pond, but all he found was an alligator lying in the mud. Suddenly he remembered what the fish said he would do if he were an alligator. Could it be that the fish had gotten his wish? The duck decided the smart thing to do would be to keep flying or the fishy alligator would have him for dinner.
So he flew on, grateful for the wings that enabled him to get safely away. And when he found another pond, the duck settled down and was happy to paddle on top of the water as
he had always done. He did not wish to be a fish anymore, but the fishy alligator spent his days sleeping in the mud wishing he had wings so he could fly like the duck.”
“So you see, everyone and everything is created according to God’s plan.” said Grandfather with a smile, “And we know, that God doesn’t make mistakes.”
“Then that means I am fine just like I am.” Mattie said and she went off to finish her chores. The thoughts that had brought a cloud over her smile were gone.
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