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Crocodiles, the living fossils

A mighty ancient predator a reptilian that’s highly feared, distinct among its peers deserves to be revered. Basking on river banks seeking the sun’s warmth, but when it comes to mating it’s best in thunderstorms. Crocs are deadly hunters that feed on every prey, in swamps and muddy waters they live and like to stay. They stealthily move in silence and engulf or seize their prey, they spin their bodies to tear apart the flesh of game they slay. Crocs are opportunistic feeders, in darkness can find their way, with the smell of blood and taste of meat they like to start their day.

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