Title: The Crocodile part 1
by Jake from Dorset | in writing, fiction
The crocodile lay still as a log in the murky river, eyeing the flock of goats slowly edging their way to the waters edge. His next meal unconsciously wandering to its own demise. He slowly sank his massive body lower beneath the river's leafy film until only his eyes and the top of his nostrils were visible. He moved his tail slightly so he could counter the current slowly pulsing against him and urging him towards the open sea. He stared at the group of goats; slowly taking in all of the factors that he could take advantage of. Use towards destroying them.
I saw a crocodile hunting a loada goats- it made me write this!
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