The gator

The gator is staring at me. I hold my breath and try not to move. It comes closer, staring at me. I am so scared, my heart is pounding so hard I am afraid it can hear me. Finally after five minutes of it staring at me, it flipped it's tail and dove into the water swimming away. I let out a deep breath, and ran back to my house, never to wander into the African jungles again.