The crocodile rolled, the smell of blood and fear hung heavily in the water.

He felt the tug as his leg ripped from his body. He stared up at the surface for an eternity.

Another bite. The remaining leg. Tumble, rip, spin.

The crocodile knew letting humans evolve this far had been a mistake.


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12 thoughts on “Croc”

    1. Heh. Felt sorry for them for years. Chilling out, having a bath, and then humans come along taking photos of their naked bodies before they have a chance to grab a towel to cover their privates… Poor crocs! πŸ˜›


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