Snappy sings.  She doesn't know what her song means.  She doesn't know where it will lead.  She lets it come.

Bitey listens.  He adores Snappy's voice.  He likes her lyrics.

Snappy conjures them, Bitey believes.  They don't exist until Snappy makes them.

Snappy and Bitey live in a slough — where they also work.

Of course they practice law.  Most alligators do.