Amos Thibodeau Jr. is one of those characters that refuses to go back to sleep after a story.

This is the second story in his (so far) colorful young life..

The gator is a great little touch. Cute story.

I do think you can cut some of the middle. “Miss Becky was 23. She had a quick smile that melted all of the hearts of the boys she taught, but none so completely as Amos Thibodeau, who believed her to be a goddess come to earth.” — this mainly reiterates through telling what you’ve shown us so much more vividly in the first paragraph. Also, “Amos finally declared his love for Miss Becky in his own way.” — we see that happen in the very next few lines, so we don’t need to have it explained to us.

I really like the tone and humor of the piece. I hope there will be more Amos Thibodeau Jr. stories to come!

Oh, I thought she kissed the alligator. Got it. I laughed out loud here in my office when I read the first sentence in its entirely, mostly caused I’d read the first half a few times and gotten interrupted, so when I finally got to the part about the teacher it was really funny. Great descriptions and thoroughly amusing.

Glad you’ve found a character with whom to play. Now you’re making me want to be bring back my Southern characters!