Every day the crocodile lay on his great
big back in the sun, picking his big, sharp teeth with a stick. But early one
morning, the forest was awakened by a loud groaning sound. Something was in
terrible pain. GROAN! GROAN!
As the sun came out
brightly, they saw that it was the crocodile lying on his big back, holding his
swollen jaw, and he was crying real tears. The creatures drew closer - but not
too close. Some of the creatures felt sorry for the crocodile.
the
magic of live theatre 
