Swamp

You are in the zone. It's evening, and you've been stalking a group of wild boar for a while now. Youre deep in the marshlands, and the only sounds you've heard for the past 30 minutes are the singing of cicadas, the buzzing of mosquitos, and the snorts and snuffles of the pigs. The boars begin to shuffle deeper into the marshlands, but one lone boar is too focused on rolling around in the mud to notice. You drop to your haunches and wiggle your backside, calculating the exact right moment to pounce.

Just as you are about to strike, your ear twitches as someone starts to loudly whistle a bluegrass tune. As the pig runs off, you swivel your head to see a green-tinted lion strutting through a shallow pond, swamp grass clinging to his fur. Lounging on his back is a baby gator, and you notice with a raised brow that the reptile's head tilts side to side in time with the music. And are his little toes tapping?

Upon seeing you, the lion startles, then bursts out laughing. "Well howdy there darlin'! Didn't see ya there, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" The lion has a thick Louisiana drawl, and you notice a reed sticking out of his mouth that he's been chewing on. "Whatcha doing out here in the boonies all by your lonesome? Gotta be careful out here or the gators might eatcha!" He winks at the baby gator on his back, who winks back at him. You don't know what to do except stare in confusion.