Little Johnny's grandmother handed him a bucket and told him to go down to the water hole to fetch some water for dinner. As he was dipping the bucket, he saw two large eyes looking back at him. He immediately dropped the bucket and scurried back to Grandma's.
"Johnny, where's my bucket, and where's the water?" Grandma asked.
"I can't get any water from that water hole, Grandma," exclaimed Johnny. "There's a nasty ol' alligator down there!"
"Oh, Johnny, don't you pay no mind to that ol' alligator," Grandma said. "He's been there for years now and he's never hurt no one. Goodness me, he's probably as scared of you as you are of him."
"Well, Grandma," replied Johnny, "if he's as scared of me as I am of him, then I can tell you one thing for sure ... that water ain't fit for drinking."