The alligator couldn't eat anything else. He cried and cried, so much that he drowned in his own tears. But the tears became a beautiful lake, surrounded by flowers and fruit trees. The other forest animals came to the lake to relax, but none of them knew that the alligator had made it, or that he was gone.

[There's a pause.] That's the end of the story. A good friend of mine wrote it before he passed away.