Great scot Carruthers! A sleeping marrowdile*! No, not a marrowgator. Her markings are quite distinctive. Pray, don't disturb her. They can be deadly when roused.
Uh oh, I think she's seen us. Stay veeeery still.
Carruthers! Damnation, the marrowdile has Carruthers in its gaping maw! Hang on Carruthers, I'm coming to get you!
[Gurgle; death rattle]
[the female marrowdile drags her prey back to her nest where two broods of young marrowdiles are hungrily awaiting her]
Delightful preteen marrowdiles: Diver! Yum, thanks mater!
Teenage marrowdile: I'm a fucking vegetarian. I told you yesterday. It's like you don't listen to a WORD I say.
[Female marrowdile rolls eyes and slinks off for a nap]
Vegetable carving and vegetable narrative. Don't say I don't spoil you.
The village fête. Go on. You know you want to.
*Um, Léonie, I know it's not quite the rainbow pony you were hoping for. Sorry.