He could stand snakes, but alligators he disliked. It was the way they dragged their victims underneath the water and buried them, waiting until the corpse became rotten. That was the way they liked their meat—stinking to high heaven. The thought of such a death filled him with dread.

We bought it new a few years ago, and since then it's been dropped a few times by overzealous kids and doppich (clumsy) Mom.

Sadly, by the 1970s the arcade had gone downmarket with brash shop fronts and cheap shops, some of doubtful reputation.

A prudent prayer, and a vigorous dance, with many interwoven leaps and twirls and pirouettes, and hastas all around.