There is truth to what Pogo is saying.
I liked Pogo more as I got older because I learned that he was a creature of the Okefenokee swamp, south of Waycross Georgia, where I pastored for a while.
The swamp was a source of entertainment for our family. We were told there was an alligator named Al outside the park that loved marshmallows and would come up out of the water and beg for them by opening his mouth wide and roaring. We learned that he would only come for fresh Kraft marshmallows, not stale generic ones.
We found this to be true. We'd plop marshmallows on the water for 10 to 20 minutes, and Al would suddenly appear. There was a 3 foot bank around the swamp. Al would swim silently, full speed to the bank and, carried by his 500 pounds of momentum, appear like a magician, 12 feet of roaring beauty, well beyond the edge of the bank. I always threw the marshmallows from a respectful distance, knowing how fast he came out of the water.
One time a college choir came to visit us, and I offered to take them out to see the marshmallow eating alligator. It took 20 minutes to get Al to come up, and the kids were skeptical of the entire episode when finally Al showed up suddenly, roaring, mouth open wide, displaying those massive teeth. The entire busload of kids ran screaming back to the bus and shut the door. Lynne, Becky, and Wendy stayed with me, (behind me, of course) as a I plopped marshmallow after marshmallow into his gaping, toothy jaws.
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