One day, the grokalow crawled out of the swamp.
“It looks like a gargantuan alligator”, cried a bystander, as it approached.
“Nay, it is a brobdingnagian crocodile”, countered a second, as the grokalow licked its leathery lips.
“Without a clear definition, we cannot conclude this thing is a threat”, surmised the third, settling the matter.
The grokalow ate them all, with great satisfaction.