Storyteller

As dictated to mom for a writing assignment:

There lived a little anthill.  Thousands of ants lived in there.  Nearby there was a pond and an old alligator lived there.  There was one old little alligator.  One day the ants were going for a walk.  The alligator was too.  “Hi”, said the alligator.  “Hi”, said the ants.  Every ant but one of them was too scared.  It thought it would get eaten.  They said we want to go to the park on the other side of the pond.  [They] said, "We want to go to the park on the other side of the water."  “I think you mean on our pond”, said the alligator.  “I’ll help you.”  So they walked to the park.  They jumped on the alligator.  And he said , “Stop jumping or you’ll fall off.  Let’s go to a picnic table.”  So they did.  They didn’t arrive yet.  He said, “I cannot wait.”  So he ate them—all the thousands of ants in 5 seconds.  The ants didn’t live happily ever after.  The alligator lived happily ever after.  The End.