“You can hiss all you like,” the swamp witch scolded the alligator, who did indeed hiss again.
“But you!” She prodded it with her broom, it hissed louder.
“Are not! Allowed!” Prod! Swat! “On! The couch!”
The alligator hissed mightily and the swamp witch hissed right back.
Editor’s note: Everyone who complains about mistreatment of Bettygator owes me the money needed to repair, or replace, said couch. You think gators are all sweet and snuggly and wonderful — and they are — but they have a plethora of non-retractable, extremely sharp claws.