Once there lived a crocodile. She was pale, bright orange with hardly any food to eat. Her name was Milly. She lived in quite a wide flowing river without basicly anyone to talk to.
One day she felt hungrier than ever so she set off to find some food. Within a few palm trees a bird lay hurt on the ground. The crocidile crept over to the injured creature. As it aimed for its head, “BANG!”, a bulet shot right through its legs. The croc turned around. some tough hunters power walked straight towards her. She got scared and ran away.
Now she only lives on berrys an if there is any sign of movement, she swims right to the bottom of the river (unless it’s her best friend Eliza).