I Choose the White Crocodile
They drew straws to see who would choose first.
A dainty curly-haired girl with blue eyes drew the long straw.
“I choose the white crocodile please!”
The other children gasped, surprised.
“That would have been my last choice!” many said to each other.
“He matches my go-go boots, lace pantaloons and curtains,” said the girl.
The crocodile was pleased too. He had his eye on this girl for a little while.
Her skin looked so pink and tasty.
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