Buck leaned against the hood of his old ford and looked at Chuck as if to say ‘Dumb ass’ “I swear Chuck, you can be as dumb as shit pie at a picnic.” Chuck at least had the decency to at look like he was sorry. “I just don’t get it boy. How the hell does this shit keep happening to you?”

Chuck finally looked up, “Oh come on buck, twernt my fault this time. If Suzy had shut the gate like she was suppossed to.”

“Now don’t go blaming your little sister, you was supposed to be watching out. Besides you the one getting paid, not her.” Buck pushed of the truck and walked to edge of the road. Looking into the swamp he shook his head.

Chuck moved up beside him. “I just don’t get it. I only turned my back for a second. I just don’t get it! I walked not more than ten steps to get the chicken bucket and when I turned back she twernt there. It was just a second I swear Buck.”

Buck crossed his arms. “Well get it or not your the one that’s need to fix it, you figure it out and get her back in time for the afternoon show.”

“Well I’s no that but your going to help me ain’t you Buck?”

“Hell’s no! You let her loose, you get her back! Don’t you come back without her neither.” With that Buck turned, reached into the back of his truck, grabbed a long coil of rope and threw it to chuck. “Now you do it and do it quick!” With that he climbed back into his truck and drove off.

Chuck let the coil fall to the ground and watched Buck drive off. For just a split second he thought of just walking away. “Ah Hells!” He exclaimed. Turning he looked back down the short steep slope. Nestled down in a swampy wet mudpit was the biggest damn croc he’d ever seen and the star of the Glen Pixie Wildlife and Gator Presserve.