The story continues...

While stuck in the midst of a very long line-up at the grocery story on Sunday afternoon with many many other equally crabby folks, a caravan of revellers come out of nowhere.

With their musical instruments, they proceeded to performed a jig right there. They passed out noisemakers and invited the shocked line-up to join in with the festivities.

Gator was unwilling to partake at first but the high spirits of the dancers eventually made Gator laugh along with the rest of the crowd.

The caravan moved on but, for the rest of the day, Gator could not help but smile. He told all his aligator friends and they were (even more) green with envy by missing such an unusual event.

The revellers were never again sighted by Gator but he thought to himself, "If they can make me feel this good by simply having fun, why couldn't I do the same for other unhappy people? The world would surely be a more liveable place!"

And so, as you probably know from your own special experience with the Gator or of the stories you have heard from others, the rest is history...