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"Sitre!" you hear someone call. You scramble to your feet
and stare after the now retreating crocodile. "Sitre," says
the voice again. Before it was panicked, but now it is filled with
relief. You turn around slowly, as if in a dream; you are in shock
from the reality of the ferocious animal you just encountered. You
find yourself looking up at a kindly, good humoured looking man.
"What happened Sitre?" he says, concerned. "I was
calling you, but you did not come." You frown slightly and look
at the ground. There is something odd about the way he's speaking, but
I can't put my finger on it, you think. "Sitre?" he says
hesitantly. You look up at him, still moving slowly. It feels as if
everything is in slow motion.
"I, um, there w-was a, um, crocodile," you mumble,
stuttering. You completely understand what you said, and what the man
said, but it still sounds strange to your ears.
"Well, are you all right?" he asks, peering at you. You nod
shakily and try to get up.
"I'm, fine. I just-" you start to say, but drop to the
ground, breathing heavily. You look up at the man, and watch his
expression go from concerned to horrified. You notice dimly that your
vision is getting blurry, and now is white around the edges.
"My God, Sitre!" says a terrified voice. "Your
leg!"
The crocodile rears it's head, ready to kill you. You grab the stick
poking out of the ground and deftly throw it between the gaping jaws.
It catches vertically in the croc's mouth and you jump aside, away
from the huge animal, and try to catch your breath.
